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THE.IUSTWCTOR  S£T?IES  OF  f.ENTt'Kr^"  INMENTS 


THE 

YEAR'S  Entertainments 


APRIL 


A  Collection  of  Recitations,  Dialogues,  Songs, 

Exercises,    Etc.,   Arranged    as    Programs 

for  Special    Days    and   Occasions, 

Providinp-  ^        "ach    Month 

of    tL  Qo     Year 


Compiled   and  Arranged  by 

INEZ  N.  McFEE 


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1909 

V.  A.  uVVLN   PUBLISHING  CO. 

DANSVILLE,  N.   Y. 


PREFACE 

I  have  here  made  onlj'  a  uosegay  of  culled  flowers,  and  have 
brought  uotliing  of  my  own  but  the  string  that  ties  them. — • 
Montaigue. 

THE  YEAR'S  ENTERTAINMENTS  has  been  compiled  with  the  ex- 
pectation that  it  will  prove  to  be  truly  a  help  to  teachers  in  providing 
suitable  material  for  Friday  Afternoon  Exercises,  for  celebrating 
Special  Days,  and  for  commemorating  the  birth  of  noted  authors.  It  contains 
a  great  abundance  of  material  in  the  form  of  Recitations,  Readings,  Dia- 
logues, Songs,  Exercises,  Quotations,  etc.  The  material  is  largely  arranged 
under  the  specimen  programs  given,  which  include  suggestions  for  Schoolroom 
Decoration  and  general  directions  for  successful  production. 

For  convenience  the  book  is  arranged  according  to  months,  and  issued 
in  parts,  as  well  as  in  complete  form. 

Great  utility  will  be  found  in  the  book  even  for  those  who  do  not  wish  to 
celebrate  the  Special  Days  or  follow  complete  programs.  The  amount  and 
quality  of  the  contents  affords  a  treasure  house  for  Friday  Afternoon  Ex- 
ercises of  a  miscellaneous  character,  General  Rhetoricals  and  Entertainments 
which  will  be  thoroughly  utilized  and  highly  appreciated  by  the  busy  teacher. 

The  Memory  Gems  and  Quotations  furnished  for  every  month,  are  of  them- 
selves a  feature  of  much  value,  and  susceptible  of  varied  uses. 

""Read,  and  when  thou  hast  considered  thy  purchase,  thou  wilt  call  the  price 
of' it  a  charity  to  thyself.''"' 

I.  N.  McF. 
LiscoMB,  Iowa. 


Copyright,  1909,  by  F.  A    Owen  Publishing  Co. 


TN 
4-2-1 


ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS 

THE  SELECTIONS  from  the  writings  of  Joho  Greenleaf 
Wbittier,  Henry  Wadsworth  Longfellow,  James  Russell 
Lowell,  Alice    and  Phoebe  Cary,  and  Lucy  Larcom  are 
used  by  permission  of  and  special  arrangement  with  Houghton, 
MiflBin   &   Co..  the   authorized    publishers  of  the  writings  of 
these  authors. 

We  wish  to  make  particular  mention  of  the  ready  kindness 
of  A.  Flanagan  &  Co.,  in  allowing  us  the  valued  privilege  of 
quoting  many  beautiful  songs  from  Hanson's  Song  Series:  — 
Golden  Glees,  Silvery  Notes,  Merry  Melodies,  Merry  Songs, 
Primary  and  Calisthenic  Songs,  Victorious  Songs,  and  New 
Century  Songs. 

For  permission  to  use  other  copyrighted  matter  grateful 
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ton  &  Co.,  Whittaker  &  Rr.y  Co. ,  also  to  numerous  other  pub- 
lishers and  authors  from  whose  publications  many  beautiful 
and  appropriate  poems  and  extracts  have  been  selected. 

Great  pains  have  been  taken  to  secure  proper  authority, 
when  such  was  known  to  be  necessary,  for  the  use  of  every- 
thing in  this  book.  It  is  believed  that  no  one's  rights  have 
been  infringed  in  tlie  use  ot  any  material  herein  contained. 
If  any  such  infringement  has  occurred,  it  lias  been  uninten- 
tional, and  apologies  are  herewith  extended  to  those  effected. 


NOTE — Any  of  the  Music  Rooks  incnlioned  in  connection  7vilh  the  songs 
in  these  pages  can  be  furnished  by  the  Publishers  of  this  book. 


GENERAL  TABLE  OF  CONTENTS 


For  full  Alphabetical  Index  giving  every  selection  see  back  pages  of  book. 


MONTH  OF  SEPTEMBER— Pages  i  to  40 

September  Program 

Program    for   the    Commemoration    of 

Eugene  Field's  Birth. 
Program  for  Parents  Day. 

MONTH  OF  OCTOBER— Pages  41  to  72 

Miscellaneous    Program    for    October, 

Primary  Grade 
Miscellaneous    Program    for    October, 

Intermediate  and  Grammar  Grades 
Program  for  Columbus'  Day 

MONTH  OF  NOVEMBER— Pages  73  to  io4 

Thanksgiving,  Primary  Grades 
Thanksgiving,     Grammar    and    Inter- 
mediate Grades 
Misotllaueous     Program     for     Library 
Day 

MONTH  OF  DECEMBER— Pages  105  to  145 
A  Program  for  Whittier's  Birthday 
Christmas  in  the  Primary  Grades 
Christmas    in    the  Grammar  and  Inter- 
mediate Grades 

MONTH  OF  JANUARY— Pages  146  to  180 
New  Year's  in  the  Primary  Grades 


New  Year's  in  the  Grammar  and  In- 
termediate Grades 

A  Miscellaneous  Program  for  Fore- 
father's Day   (Dec.  21st) 

MONTH  OF  FEBRUARY— Pages  181  to  228 

Program  for  Washington's  Birthday 
Program  for  Lincoln's  Birthday 
Program  for  Valentine's  Day 
Program  for  Longfellow's  Birthday 

MONTH  OF  MARCH— Pages  229  to  260 

A  Miscellaneous  Spring-Time  Program 
A  Program  for  Lowell's  Birthday  (Feb. 

22) 
Selections  for  a  Labor  Program 

MONTH  OF  APRIL— Pages  261  to  300 
A  Program  for  Easter 
Arbor  Day  Program 
A  Bird  Day  Program 

MONTH  OF  MAY— Pages  301  to  332 
A  Memorial  Day  Program 
A  Temperance  Program 

MONTH  OF  JUNE— Pages  333  to  364 
A  Program  for  Flag  Day 
A  June  Time  Program  •  .  . 

Miscellaneous  ^  -    -  . 


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THE  YEAR'S  ENTERTAINMENTS 

APRIL 


April !  April !  Are  You  Here  ? 

April !  April !  are  you  here?  ,  ,       .       , 
Oh,  how  fresh  the  wind  is  blowing! 

See '  'the  sky  is  bright  and  clear, 
O,  how  green  the  grass  is  growing! 

April!  April!  are  you  here? 

April!  April!   is  it  you?  .      . 

See  how  fair  the  flowers  are  springing 
Sun  IS  warm  and  brooks  are  clear, 

Oh,  how  glad  the  birds  are  singing! 
April',  April!  is  it  you? 

April!  April!  vou  are  herel 

Though  your  smiling  turn  to  weeping, 
Thuueh  your  skies  grow  cold  and  drear,     _ 

Though  your  gentle  winds  are  sleeping: 
April !  April !  you  are  here  !     ^  ^      ,   , 

^  —Dora  Read  Goodale. 


Memory  Gems 

"Hark,  how  the  blackbird  whistles' 
Hark,  how  the  song-sparrow  trills! 
What    are    they    calling    with     snowflakes 
falling 
And  April  cold  on  the  hills? 
And  wliat  is  the  chick-a-dee  saying? 

And  what  do  the  bluebirds  mean? 
You'd  think  »)y   their    playing,  they'd    all 
come  Maying, 
When  hardly  a  border  is  green. 
Ho,  ho!  tliey  are  as  wise  as  merry. 

They  know  what  the  sun  is  about ; 
And    all    without    worry,  they  twitter  and 
hurry 
Inviting  the  tlowers  to  come  out. 

"  I  cannot  tell  what  you  say,  green  leaves, 

I  cannot  tell  what  you  say  ; 
But  I  know  there  is  a  spirit  in  you, 

And  a  word  in  you  this  day." 

"Up.  Up!  the  blackbirds  say. 

Tulip  and  lily  and  sweet  daffodilly, 

Awake  for  the  coming  of  May  ; 
Up  NMtli  the  simri-e  mytha. 


Open  your  eyes  so  blue  ! 

Fleur-de-lis,  violet,  quick  to  your  toilet, 
The  bluebird  is  calling  you, 

Chick-a-dee   talks  to  the  wind-flower, - 
'Ho    brave  little  fellow,  awake! 

The  North-wind,  blowing,  may  bite  you 
in  going  _  , 

But  the  sun  has  a  kiss  for  yoni  sake. 

vSong-sparrow  twitters  in  singing,— 
'Peepirom  your  leaf-hi(iden  nest. 

Sweetly  salute  us,  darling  arbutus 
Baby  on  April's  breast.'  " 


"In  the  heart  of  a  seed 

Buried  deep,  so  deep, 
A  dear  little  plant 

Lav  fa'^t  asleep. 
'Wake!'  said  the  sunshine^ 

'And  creep  to  tlie  light,' 
•Wake!'   said  the  voice 

()1  the  raindrops  bright. 
Tlie  little  plant  heard 

And  it  rose  to  see 
What  the  wonderful 

Outside  world  might  be.' 


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THE   YEAR'S  E.V'JERTA/NMENTS 


"Up  from  the  suiiliug  earth, 
Comes  there  a  voice  of  mirth, 

Our  hearts  to  cheer; 
Listen  where  willows  lean, 
Lovingly  o'er  the  stream, 
Listen,  where  the  pine  trees  dream. 

Springtime  is  here. 

"Let  us  sing  merrily. 
Blithely  and  cheerily, 

With  the  new  year; 
Join  in  the  chorus. 
Loud  swelling  o'er  us  ; 
Joy  is  before  us, 

Springtime  is  here." 

Suggested  Poems  and  Stories 

For  the  Teacher's  Readmg  and  for  Dis- 
cussion with  the  Pupils: — 

April — Samuel  Longfellow. 

The  Voice  of  the  Grass — S.  R.  Boyle. 

Robin's  Come— ^.    W.  Caldzvell. 

The  Bluebird— 7'.  B.  Aldrich. 

The  O'Lincoln  Family—^.  Flagg. 

Sunthin'  in  a  Pastoral  hine—Biglow 
Papers,  No.  Six.     Lowell. 

Now  the  Noisy  Winds  are  Still.  An 
April  Girl.  Out  of  the  S'ky—Mrs.  Dodge 
' '  When  Life  is  Voung. ' ' 

A  Song  of  Spring.  A  Spring  Meeting. 
April  Showers.  In  April — Lovejoy' s'' Na- 
ture in  Verse." 

April.  Robin's  Apology.  In  the  Or- 
chard— P.  D.  Sherman. 

Sir  Robin.  Sister  and  Bluebird. — Lucy 
La  r com. 

April—//.  H.  fackson. 

The  First  Flowers—  Whittier. 


April  Day.  Return  of  Spring — Long- 
fellow. 

Early  Spring — Tennyson. 
Return  of  the  Birds — Bryant. 
A    Song   of   Easter.     The  Robin.     In  the 
Lilac  Bush  (a  robin) — Celia  Thaxter. 
Robin.     Bluebird — Emily  Dickinson. 
Robin  Badfellow.     Robin.     A   Mystery. 
The  Crows.     How  the  Flowers  Grow.    Rain 
in  Spring.     Spring  Time — From  " Ln    the 
Child  World''  by  Gabriel  Setoun. 
Story  of  Easter — Bible. 
Parable  of  the  Sower — Bible. 
Myths  and  Fairy  Tales:  — 
Awakening  Life. 
Persephone. 
Sleeping  Beauty. 
Idun  and  her  Apples. 
Siegfried  and  Brunhulde. 
Wooing  of  Gerd. 
Flower  Myths  and  Stories: — 
Narcissus. 

For  Picture  Study 

Easter  Morning,  (809).  He  is  Risen, 
{Si^)— Block  horst. 

Easter  Morning,  (798).  The  Marys  at  the 
vSepulchre,    (7972) — Hoffmatt. 

Mary  Magdalene  at  Sepulchre,  (962)  — 
Burne-fones. 

The  Resurrection,   (216) — Gaddi. 

Holy  Women  at  the  Tomb,  (3330) — Ender. 

Feeding  the  Hens,   {^20)— Millet. 

Nature  Pictures  (Colored)  of  native  ^irds 
and  flowers. 


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Miscellaneous  Program  for  Easter 


Song 

QiiotatioU'S 

Rt-citfltioii 

Acrostic 

Song 

Recitation 

Concert  Recita'.i  iii 

Recitation 

Recitation 

Song 

Recitation 

Concert  Recitation 

Reading 

Recitation 

Soug 


Easter 


Mary 

Easter 

Endless  Glory 

-     Ea'r^ter  iHowers 

Ring  Happy  Bells 

Legend  of  Easter  Eggs 

Easter 


-     Natnre's  Easter  Music 

Easter   Time 

The  Star  That  Became  a  Lily 

Easter  Bells 


Recitation 

Recitation 

Exercise  (three  children  1 

Recitation 

Tableau       .         .         -         - 

Song        -         -         -         - 


Easter  Lilies 

Nature's  Greeting 
Again 

An  Easter  Lily 

I'.a-tcr  Morn  (See  ru-t\ire  by  Hoffman,) 


Easter 

Snowdrops,  waking  from  your  sleep, 
Violets,  that  from  Ijlne  hoods  peep, 
Bloodioot,  blooming  by  the  rill, 
Stately  lily,  daffodil,— 
\Vliat  sweet  message  do  you  bring? 
Is  it  only:  "This  is  Spring?" 

Snow-drops,  violets,  lilies  'vhite, 

In  the  answer  all  unite: 

"Tiirough  the  mold  we  heard  a  voice 


Calling  to  the  earth  :  '  Rejoice  !' 
So  we  left  the  ground  to  rise, 
Off'iing  incense  to  the  skies." 

Little  birds  the  chorus  swell, 

Humming  bees  the  tidings  tell, 

Butterflies  lilt  shining  wings, 

Ev'ry  child  with  gladness  sings; 

With  the  flow'rs  rejoicing,  say: 

"Christ  is  ris'n  on  Easter  day  !" 

From    "Sougs    ill    Season,"   A.     Hlaiia.i,':iii 
riil)lish«-rs. 


Quotations 

Ciirist  Cometh  and  the  earth  is  glad  ;  earth's  large  self-conscious  heart 
A  glowing  tide  ol  rapture  pours  through  everv  (|iiiikened  part. 

—  Iluirh  iMcMilliiin. 

IMowers  are  the  sweetest  tilings  God  ever  made  and  did  ii<jt  ]tut  a  soul  inlo. 

-//.   //•.  n.echer. 

"Silently,  one  by  one,  in  the  infinite  me.idows  of  Hea\(  ii. 
Blossomed  tlie  lovely  stars,  the  forget-me-nots  of  the  angels." 

"  Flowers  are  tiie  thought<«  and  fancies  of  the  angels  in  heaven." 


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"  'Oh,  tell  us  little  flower',  we  cried, 
'How  dared  you  come  so  soon? 

Tlie  winds  aie  cold.     The  otlier  flowers 
\\  ill  scarce  be  here  till  June.' 

"  'I  came  to  tell  you  how  God's  care 
Had  kept  the  tiny  seed, 
And  that  he  cares  much  more  for  you. 
Will  you  ui}'  message  heed?'  " 

While  the  lily  dwells  in  earth, 

Walled  about  svith  crumbliug  mould, 

She  the  secret  of  her  birth 

Guesses  not,  nor  lias  been  told. 

Hides  the  brown  bulb  in  the  ground 
Knowing  not  she  is  a  flower; 

Knovxing  not  she  shall  be  crowned 
As  a  queen,  with  white-rol)ed  power. 

****** 

Lo,  the  unfolding  mystery  ! 

We  shall  bloom,  some  wondrous  hour. 
As  the  lily  blooms,  when  she 

Dies  a  bulb  to  live  a  flower! 

— Lucv  Larcoiii . 


Mary- 
She  walked  amid  the  lilies 

Upstanding  straight  and  tall. 
Their  silver  tapers  bright  against 

The  dusky  mountain  wall; 
Gray  olives  dropped  upon  her 

Their  crystal  globes  of  dew. 
The  while  the  doors  of  lieaven  grew  wide 

To  let  the  Easter  through. 

All  heaven  was  rose  and  golden, 

The  clouds  were  reft  apart. 
Earth's  holiest  dawn  in  dazzling  white 

Came  forth  from  heaven's  own  heart; 
And  never  since  on  Eden 

Creation's  glory  lay 
Had  ever  garden  of  the  Lord 

Beheld  so  fair  a  day. 

Her  eyes  were  blurred  with  weeping, 

Her  trailing  steps  were  slow; 
The  cross  she  bore  within  her 

Transfixed  her  soul  with  woe. 
One  only  goal  before  her 

Loomed  through  her  spirit's  gloom, 
As  in  the  early  morning 

She  sought  the  guarded  tomb. 

But  down  the  lilied  pathway 

A  kingly  presence  came, 
A  seamless  garment  clothed  Him, 

His  face  was  clear  as  flame. 


And  in  his  hands  were  nail-prints, 
Aud  on  his  brow  were  scars, 

But  m  His  eyes  a  light  of  love 
Beyond  the  light  of  stars. 

For  tears  she  could  not  see  Him, 

As  o'er  the  path  He  came. 
Till,  like  remembered  music, 

He  called  her  b)'  her  name  ; 
Then  swift  her  soul  to  answer, 

The  Lord  of  life  she  knew. 
Her  breast  unbarred  its  prison  gati- 

To  let  the  Easter  through 

Such  light  of  revelation 

As  bathed  her  being  then, 
It  comes  anew  wherever  Chri>.t 

Is  known  indeed  of  men  : 
Such  glory  on  the  pathway. 

It  falls  again  on  all 
Who  hear  the  King  in  blessing. 

And  hasten  at  His  call. 

Rise,  King  of  grace  and  glory. 

This  hallowed  Easter-tide, 
Nor  from  Thy  ransomed  people 

Let  even  death  divide  ; 
For  yet  again  doth  heaven 

Throw  all  its  gates  apart, 
And  send  the  sacred  Easier 

Straight  from  its  glowing  heart 


Selected. 

Easter — An  Acrostic 

E  is  for  the  blessed  Easter. 
A  is  the  jo}'  of  all  men. 
S  is  for  sweet  carols. 
T  is  our  beautiful  thoughts. 
E  is  for  earnest  words. 
R  is  our  risen  Lord. 

Endless  Glory 

Early  dew  and  gentle  rain, 

Flow'rs  that  deck  the  verdant  plain. 
Joyous  birds  on  pinions  fair. 

Gliding  thro'  the  balmy  air: 

Chorus — 

Praise  the  Lord,  our  God  and  King, 
Let  the  earth  his  wonders  sing, 

Let  his  mighty  works  proclaim 
Endless  glory  to  His  name. 

Sun  and  moon  whose  luster  bright 
Rules  the  day  aud  cheers  the  night, 

Years  and  seasons  as  3'e  roll, 

.Stars  that  shine  from  pole  to  pole. 

Chorus, 


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Angels  heck'ning  to  His  will, 

Round  His  throne  attending  still, 

All  ye  heav'nly  hosts  above, 
Sing  your  great  Creator's  love. 

Chorus. 


Easter  Flowers 

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'lou'ers  Tt'hich  should  be  placed  in  a  prom- 
'ncnt  place  at  I  lie  close  of  the  recitation .) 

Me— wges  of  God's  dear  love 

iJo  llie-iC  flowers  hear; 
He  who  ^vitli  a  gracious  hand 

C. Ives  the-^e  colors  rare 
Will  reuieniber  you  and  me 

W  ilii  as  true  a  care. 

So  1  bring  love's  offering 

On  this  Easter  Day, 
Flowers  fair  that  to  each  heart 

Softly  seem  to  say : 
■  ■  Death  no  more  can  over  you 

Hold  eternal  ssvay." 

.\s  the  tender  plants  escaped 
I'forn  the  pris'niug  mold, 
So  has  Christ  death's  bondage  burst, 


Death  so  grim  and  cold. 
This  I  think  the.  message  true 
That  these  blossoms  hold. 

— CI  a  ra  J.  Den  ton . 

Ring  Happy  Bells 

(A  Concert  Recitation) 

Ring  happy  bells  of  Easter-time! 
The  world  is  glad  to  hear^our  chime. 
Across  \side  tiehls  of  melting  snow, 
The  winds  of  summer  softly  blow 
And  birds  and  streams  repeat  the  chime 
Ot  Easter-time. 

Ring,  happy  bells  of  Easter-time  ! 
Tlie  world  takes  up  3'oi\r  chant  sublime; 
"The  Lord  is  risen  !"  The  niglit  of  fear 
Has  passed  away,  and  heaven  (.iraws  near; 
We  breathe  the  air  ol  that  blest  clime 
At  Easter-time. 

Ring,  liappy  bells  of  Easter-time! 
Our  happy  hearts  give  back  your  chime! 
The  Lord  is  risen!     We  die  no  more! 
He  ojjens  wide  the  heavenly  door  ; 
He  meets  us  while  to  Him  we  climb, 
At  Easter-time. 

— Lucy  Larcoiii. 


Legend  of  Easter  Eggs 

Trinity  bells,  with  their  hollow  lungs. 

And  their  vibrant  lips  and  tlieir  brazen  tongues. 

Over  the  roofs  ol  the  city  pour 

Their  Ka-ter  music  witii  joyous  roar, 

Till  the  s(jaring  notes  to  the  sun  are  rolled. 

As  he  swings  along  in  his  path  of  gold. 

"Dearest  ^)apa,"  saj's  uiy  boy  to  me, 
.^s  he  merrily  climbs  on  his  mother's  knee, 
"  Wliv  are  these  eggs  that  you  see  me  hold 
Colored  so  finely  with  blue  and  golil? 
And  what  is  the  wonderful  bird  that  lays 
Sucli  beautiful  eggs  on  Easter  days?" 

"You  have  heard,  my  boy,  of  the  Man  wlio  died. 

Crowned  with  keen  thorns  and  crucified  ; 

And  how  Joseph  the  wealthy — whoTU  Ood  rewarded- 

Cared  for  the  corpse  of  tlie  martyred  Lord, 

.And  piously  tombed  it  within  the  rock. 

And  closed  tlie  gate  with  a  niiglity  block. 

'Now,  close  l)y  the  tomb  a  fair  tree  grew, 
Willi  ])eiiduloiis  leaves  and  blossoms  of  blue; 
And  fleep  in  the  green  tree's  shatlowy  brea»l 
A  beautiful  singing-bird  sat  on  her  nest, 
Whivh  w;is  bordered  willi  m<i->es  like  mal.uhite, 
,\n<l  iield  tour  eggs  of  an  i\ory  while. 


t»()S  rilR   YliAR'S  liNTF.RTMNMliXrS 

"Now,  when  the  bird  trom  her  dim  recess 
Beheld  the  L,ord  in  His  burial  dress, 
And  looked  on  the  heavenly  face  so  pale 
And  the  dear  feet  pierced  with  the  crnel  nail, 
Her  heart  nigh  broke  with  a  sudden  pang 
And  out  of  the  deptlis  of  her  sorrow  she  sang. 

"All  night  long  till  the  moon  was  up, 

She  sat  and  sang  in  her  moss-wreathed  cup, — 

A  song  of  sorrow  as  wild  and  shrill 

As  the  homeless  wind  when  it  roams  the  hill  : 

So  full  of  fears,  so  loud  and  long, 

That  the  grief  of  tlie  world  seemed  turned  to  song. 

"But  soon  there  came  through  the  weeping  night 

A  glimmering  angel  clothed  in  while  ; 

And  he  rolled  the  stone  from  the  tomb  away, 

Where  the  Lord  of  the  eartii  and  heavens  lay  ; 

And  Christ  arose  iu  the  ca\eru"s  gloom, 

And  in  living  luster  came  from  the  tomb. 

'Now,  the  bird  that  sang  in  the  heart  of  the  tree 
Beheld  this  celestial  mystery  ; 
And  its  heart  was  filled  with  sweet  delight. 
And  it  poured  a  song  on  the  throbbing  night. 
Notes  climbed  on  notes,  till  higher,  higher 
They  shot  to  heaven  like  spears  of  fire. 

"When  the  glittering  white-robed  angel  hear<I 
The  sorrowing  song  of  the  grieving  bird, 
And  heard  the  following  chant  of  mirth 
Tliat  hailed  Christ  risen  again  on  earth. 
He  said,  'Sweet  bird,  be  forever  blesl, — 
Thyself,  thy  eggs,  and  thy  moss-wreathed  nest!' 

"And  ever,  \\\y  child,  since  that  blessed  night, 
Wiien  death  bowed  down  the  Lord  of  light, 
The  eggs  of  that  sweet  bird  change  their  hue, 
And  burn  with  red,  and  gold,  and  l)lue  ; 
Reminding  mankind,  in  their  simple  wa}'. 
Of  the  holy  marvel  of  Easter  Day." 


—Fitzjames  O' Briev . 


Easter 


Oh!  the  lilies  are  white  in  the  Easter  light, 

The  lilies  with  hearts  of  gold  ; 
And  they  silently  tell  with  each  niilk-wliite  bell, 

The  story  an  Angel  told. 

And  they've  whispered  it  long  to  the  weak  and  the  strong, 

The  rich  and  poor  among  men  ; 
Each  Easter  day  till  time  dies  away 

They  will  tell  the  tale  again. 

In  the  tomb  new-made  where  the  Christ  was  laid, 

Tlie  Angel  told  the  slory. 
Of  how  he  rose  from  ileatli's  repose, 

The  Son  of  Eternal  Glory. 

— Margaret  Jordan. 


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Nature's  Easter  Music 

Tlie  flowers  froiu  the  earth  have  arisen, 
They  are  singing  tlieir  Easier-song; 

Up  tlie  valleys  and  over  the  hillsides 
They  come,  an  unnumbered  throng. 

Oh,  listen!  The  wild  flowers  are  singiag 
Tlieir  Ijeautiful  songs  without  words! 

They  are  pouring  the  soul  of  their  music 
Through  the  voices  of  happy  Ijirds. 

Every  flower  to  a  bird  has  confided 
The  joy  of  its  l)lossoniir.g  birth — 

The  wonder  of  its  resurrection 

From  its  grave  in  the  frozen  earth. 

For  you  chirp  the  wren  and  the  sparrow, 
Little  Eyebright,  Anemone  pale! 

Gay  Columbine,  orioles  are  chanting 
Your  trumpet-note,  loud  on  the  gale. 

The  buttercup's  thanks  for  the  sunsliiue 
The  goldfinch's  twitter  reveals; 

.\nd  the  violet  trills,  through  the  bluebird, 
Of  the  heaven  that  within  her  she    feels. 

The  ?ong-?parrow's  exquisite  warlde 
Is  born  in  the  heart  of  tlie  rose — 

Of  the  wild-rose,  shut  in  its  calyx. 
Afraid  of  belated  snows. 

And  the  melody  of  tiie  wood-thrush 
Floats  up  from  llie  nameless  and  shy 

White  blossoms  that  stay  in  tlie  cloister 
Of  pine-forests,  dim  and  high. 

The  dust  of  the  roadside  is  vocal ; 

Tliere  is  music  from  every  clod, 
I'.ird  and  breeze  are  wild-flowers'  angels. 

Their  nie:^>.iges  bearing  to  God. 

'We  arise  and  we  praise  him  together'" 
With  a  flutter  of  patal  and  wings, 

The  anthem  of  spirits  immortal 
Rings  back  from  created  things. 

And  nothing  is  left  wholly  sjjeechless ; 
For  the  dumbest  life  that  we  know 


May  utter  itself  through  another 
And  double  its  gladness  so! 

The  trees  have  the  winds  to  sing  for  them  ; 

The  rock  and  the  hill  have  the  streams; 
And  the  mountain  the  thunderous  torrrents 

That  waken  okl  Earth  from  her  dreams. 

She  awakes  to  the  Easter  music  ; 

Her  bosom  with  praise  overflows; 
The  forest  breaks  forth  into  singing, 

For  the  desert  has  bloomed  as  the  rose. 

And  whether  in  trances  ot  silence 

We  lliink  of  our  Lord  arisen, 
Or  whether  we  carol  with  angels 

.\t  the  open  door  of  his  prison. 

He  will  give  us  an  equal  welcome 
Whatever  the  tribute  we  "nring  ; 

For  to  Him  who  can  read  the  heart's  music 
To  blossom  with  love  is  to  sing. 

— Lucy  Larcoin. 


Easter  Time 

(Concert  Recitation) 

Willow  branches  whit'ning 

'Neath  tiie  April  skies; 
Sodden  meadows  bright' ning. 

Where  the  warm  sun  lies, 

Robin  Redbreast  -^winging, 

In  a  tree  top  high. 
Swollen  brooklets  singing — 

Easter  draweth  nigh  ! 

Tender  fledgelings  hushing 

Eager  to  take  wing; 
Trees  and  hedges  flushing 

With  the  joy  of  spring. 

Crocus  linds  up-springing 

Tlirougii  the  cold  ilark  sward, 

Living  incense  bringing 
To  the  risen  Lord. 

— Alary  j\/ .  Jytcfiuuiid. 


The  Star  That  Became  a  Lily 

f)nce  a  beautiful  star  came  down  to  earth.  For  a  long  time  it  had  watclierl  the  cliil- 
rlren  at  play  in  the  green  fields,  and  the  star  said,  "I  love  those  little  Red  children. 
I  would  like  to  go  down  and  live  witii  them." 

So  one  night  the  star  shot  down,  down,  till  it  last  it  stood  out  upon  a  big  plain. 
The  people  in  the  wigwam  village  saw  it,  and  ran  to  look  at  it. 

"I  have  come,  O  good  people,"  said  the  star,  "to  dwell  with  you  on  the  earl.i.  ,  I 
love  to  watcli  you  in  your  wigwams.  I  love  to  see  yf)n  make  your  birch  canoes.  I 
Imvc  til  \\atrh  your  children  at  their  play.  Till  inr,  fluii,  where  I  may  dwell.  It 
iMii-l  be  where  I  cau  see  you  all,  and  wliere  al  iiigiit  I  can  look  ii])  to  my  home  in  the 
-kic" 


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TIIIL   1  l-.A  K'S  nx  TEK  TA  IN  MEMS 


Tiien  one  chief  said,  "Dwell  here  upon  the  mountain  top;  where  you  can  overlool- 
the  plain.  The  clouds  will  come  down  and  rest  upon  the  high  peaks,  and  each  morn 
ing  y(ju  nia\-  greet  the  sun." 

"Dwell  here  npoii  the  hillsides,"  said  another  chief,  "for  there  the  flowers  grov 
hrighte.-l,  and  the  '-un  is  warmest." 

"Dwell  in  the  forests,"  said  a  third  chief,  "for  there  the  sweet  violets  grow. -ani 
llie  air  is  cool,  and  the  smell  of  spruce  is  in  the  air." 

But  the  star  thought  the  mountain  was  too  far  away,  as  it  could  not  see  the  childrei 
from  such  a  height,  and  it  was  they  it  wanted  to  ue  near.  The  hillside,  too,  the  stai 
thought,  was  far  awaj',  and  the  forest,  it  was  sure,  was  too  dark  and  dreary. 

But  one  day,  the  star  saw  a  beautiful  little  lake.  The  water  was  verj'  clear,— out 
could  see  the  skies  and  the  clouds  in  it.  At  night  the  stars  shone  down  into  its  waters. 
The  water  was  soft  and  warm,  and  the  star  was  pleased  to  see  it  ripple  and  dauce.  I 
liked  to  see  the  sunlight  glimmer  on  the  waters. 

The  children  loved  the  lake,  too;  they  played  all  day  on  its  banks,  and  often  pad- 
dled out  upon  it  witli  their  little  canoes. 

"I  will  dwell  right  here,"  the  star  said,  "for  then  I  can  be  near  the  children." 

And  so,  when  the  sun  had  set,  the  star  floated  down  upon  the  waters.  It  sent  its  ray? 
way  down  beneath  the  waters ;  and  the  Red  children  are  sure  these  rays  took  root 
Perhaps  they  did,  for  sure  enough,  the  very  next  morning  there  was  a  beautiful  lil.^ 
upon  the  waters.  Its  roots  reached  away  down  into  the  rich  earth,  its  petals  were  pure 
white,  and  it  had  a  heart  of  rich  yellow  gold. 

"No  flower  has  a  perfume  so  sweet,"  the  children  cried. 

Then  the}'  rowed  out  to  look  at  it. 

"It  is  the  star,"  the  children  said;  "it  will  dwell  with  us  forever,  and  we  will  cal 
it  the  Lily  vStar."  Then  the  children  rowed  back  to  the  shore.  They  did  not  plm!. 
the  lilj',  but  each  morning  they  went  to  see  it. 

"Dear,  beautiful  lily  I"  tliej-  would  say. 

By  and  by  it  opened  wide  its  petals;  and  the  air  was  filled  with  svvcetuess. 

Then  other  lilies  grew  up  around  it;  and  after  a  time  these  Water  Lilies,  or  Li  I) 
Stars,  as  the  children  called  them,  were  floating  on  the  waters  of  the  lakes  everywhere 
— Stories  of  the  Red  Children,  Dorothy  Brooks. 


Easter  Bells 
Hark!  The  Easter  Bells  are  ringing 

To  and  fro, 
Notes  of  joy  and  comfort  bringing 

vSweet  and  low. 
Up  from  the  toml)  wherein  He  lav. 
Came  the  Sa\ionr  this  blest  day, 
•Ridding  the  sorrowing  on  their  way 

Forward  go. 

Hark!  The  Easter  Bells  are  swelling 

Loud  and  clear  ; 
Over  plain  and  valley  telling 

Christ  is  here. 
Death  at  last  has  lost  its  sling, 
Tlie  gra\e  no  more  dari<  horror^  brin;. 
While  the  Iiapjiy  Seraplis  sing 

Hjmus  of  cheer. 


Hark  I  The  Easter  Belis  are  chiming 

Here  and  there, 
Praising,  praving,  pulsing,  rhyming 

Through  the  air. 
"Now,  may  i-very  sin  be  shriven, 
Every  heart  from  doubt  be  riven. 
Since  our  Lonl  this  day  is  Risen," 

Men  declare. 

Hark  I  The  Easter  Bells  are  ringing. 

To  and  fro. 
While  the  angelic  choirs  are  singing 

Sweet  and  low. 
Let  peace  and  love  your  liearts  adorn, 
Let  not  sorrow  on  your  inow  be  worn. 
On  this  Resurrection  :M'>rn 

Paeaus  flow. 

— Susan  Rcnnuk. 


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Easter  Lilies 

"Gather  the  lilies,"  the  minister  said, 
Aud  little  maid  Marjorie  raised  her  head. 
"Gather  sweet  lilies  of  love,  to  bring 
Aud  lay  at  the  feet  of  our  risen  King!" 
Little  maid  Marjorie  lifted  her  eyes, 
Bright  with  the  light  of  a  glad  surprise, 
To  the  minister's  kind  and  beaming  face. 
As  he  uttered  these  words  of  truth  and  grace. 

'Twas  Easter  morn,  aud  Marjorie  knew, 
As  she  sat  so  still  in  tlie  high-backed  pew, 
That  Jesus,  the  Sou  of  God,  had  risen. 
And  entered  in  glorj-  into  heaven. 
And  her  heart  ^vas  glad  this  Easter  day, 
For  here  she  had  suddenlj'  found  a  way 
To  honor  the  Lord  who  loved  her  so, 
And  had  died  that  she  to  heaven  might  go. 

So  after  the  last  short  prayer  was  said, 
Back  to  her  home  she  quickh'  sped. 
And  up  to  her  own  dear  little  room. 
Where,  by  a  window,  all  in  bloom. 
Two  Easter  lilies,  wliite  and  fair, 
Drank  in  the  sunshine  and  soft  spring  air, 
.\ud  seemed  to  be  singing  a  silent  song 
To  the  Lord  of  heaven  this  Easter  morn 

Little  maid  Marjorie's  eyes  grew  dim. 
But  she  softly  said:  "It  is  all  for  Him!'' 
.•\nd  she  plucked  the  blossoms,  and  turned 

away, 
Tliougli  a  tear  in  oue  waxeu  chalice  lay. 
Then  down  the  steps  to  the  street  she  went. 
On  her  errand  of  love  and  duty  bent, 
.\nd  the  passers-by  looked  up  and  smiled 
kx.  sight  ot  the  lilies  and  the  child. 

Suddenlv  little  maid  Marjorie  turned. 
kxxA  her  tender  lieart  with  pity   burned, 
For  a  cripple  boy  stood  at  her  side, 
.\nd  with  wistful  glances  the  lilies  eyed. 
She  looked  from  him  lo  the  blossoms  fair — 
"Surely  the  l)les^etl  Cbri-.t  will  spare 
One  of  these  flow'r-^  for  the  rri])[jle  boy 
Who  knows  so  little  of  love  and  joy." 

So,  with  a  smile  of  tender  grace. 
She  raised  her  eyes  to  the  thin,   pale   face. 
"Here,  take  this  lily;   'tis  all  for  you!" 
Tlien  on  lier  way  to  ihe  churc  h  she  (lew. 
She  softly  ascended  the  old  '-lone  steps, 
.\nd  entered  the  bnilding  wilii  parted  lips 
.^nd  two  little  hand-,  that  tightly  pressea 
The  one  white  blossom  against  her  breast. 

'Twas  all  so  still  tiiat  tlic  little  mai<l 
Was  almost  tempted  to  lie  afraid, 
When  out  of  Mie  hihiirr  dr<p  she  ln-ard 
i'li'    words,  "Be  iii<  rrifnl,  <>  I^Krd." 
.\nd  lilllc  maid  Marjorie  -ww  liic  form 


Of  a  womau  in  garments  old  and  worn, 
Who  knelt  in  tears  at  the  altar  rail, 
With  lips  that  murmured  a  pitiful  tale. 

Marjorie  went  to  the  woman's  side: 
"O,  please  be  happy  this  Easter-tide! 
Here,  take  this  lily,  aud  may  God  bless 
Aud  fill  your  heart  witli  joyfulnes-." 
The  womau  smiled  through  her  tearful  eyes, 
And  gradually  hushed  her  litter  sighs; 
But  sweet  maid  Marjorit^s  eyes  grew  dim — 
"I  have  left  no  lilies  to  give  to  Him!" 

O,  dearjuaid  Marjorie,  augels  sing 
The  song  of  your  lilies  before  the  King; 
He  knows  the  love  that    would    fain    have 

given, 
.■\nd  treasures  remembrance  up  in    heaven. 
Have  }'ou  forgotten  tlie  words  of  love 
That  He  left  us  before  He  went  above? 
"Inasmuch  as  ve  did  it  to  these,"  said  He, 
"Ye  did  it,  My  brethren,  unto  Me!"    . 
— Alice  Garland  Steele 

Nature's  Greeting 

The  birdies  came  up  from  the  vSouthhnul 
And  found  that  the  winter  was  gone, 

And  Ihey  said,  "  We  must  see  about  singing 
For  Easter  is  coming  on." 

The  flowers  awoke  in  the  forest 

And  they  found  that  the  skies  were  clear, 
And  they  said,  "  We  must  see  about  bloom- 
ing 

For  Easter  will  soon  be  here." 

The  leaves  all  came  out  on  tlie  elm  tree 
And  danced  with  the  breezes  in  glee, 

And  they  said,' '  We  must  see  about  grow  ing, 
Easter  is  coming  you  see." 

The  birdies  called  down  to  the  flowers, 
"O  say,  will  our  singing  now  <lo?" 

.And  the  flowers  all  smiled  back  in  answer. 
.'\nd  nodded  it  was  so  true. 

.And  the  leaves  cried  out  to  the  birdies, 
"O  say,  do  you  think  we  grow?" 

And   they     all,     looking    down     from    tlic 
branches, 
Cried,  "Indeed  you  do,  we  know." 

Then     the     flowers     looked    up    from    the 
mosses — 
"O  how  is  our  Ijlooming,  we  praj'!" 
.And    tile    birds   and    the    leaves,  they    ail 
answered, 
"  'Tis  lovely,  lovely,"  cried  they  I 

.\nd  so  f>n  the  bright  Easter  morning 
When  the  worlil  was  w.ikiug  tf>  rise, 

111  lb'-  •-"Mg,  "He  i--  risru,  is  ri-^en,' 
Tlieir  chorus  r.ang  to  the  skic-. 


27^  THE   YEAR'S  ENTERTAINMENTS 

Again 

(For  Tliree  Children) 
First  Child— 

Again  the  Spring!     Again  the  Easter  L,!!}'! 

Again  the  soft  warm  air  with  odors  rite: 
Again  the  tender  green  on  hil]  and  valley : 

Again  the  miracle  of  risen  life  ! 

Second  Child — 

Again  from  the  dark  mold  of  their  entombing, 
In  all  their  lovely  robes  of  radiant  hue, 

The  crocus  and  the  violet  are  blooming, 

The  self-same  flowers  our  earliest  cliildhood  knew. 

Third  Child— 

Again  the  birds  in  joyous  flocks  are  winging, 
Chirping  their  songs  of  love  and  resting  days; 

Again  the  sound  of  happy  children  singing, 
Along  the  lanes  and  in  the  woodland  ways. 


All' 


Hark  !  "Peace  on  earth,  good  will  to  man, 
Christ,  the  Lord,  hath  risen  today." 


An  Easter  Lily 

'Tis  dawn  in  Palestine.     The  morning  stars 

Have  sung  themselves  away,  like  dying  swans. 

A  winged  glory  flutters  in  the  east. 

And  rising,  sweeps  its  pinions  up  the  sky 

Like  some  great  bird-of-paradise.     In  haste 

A  glad  young  breeze  lifts  up  the  heavy  heads 

Of  dreaming  flowers,  and  wakes  them  with  a  kiss. 

No  time  for  sleeping  now!     The  day  has  come  — 

Arid  such  a  day  as  never  broke,  on  earth. 

El-fore!     The  world's  first  Easter  morn,  wliich  is 

To  tear  the  veil  of  mystery  from  Death 

And  show  its  face  to  be  not  Death,  but  Lite  ! 

A  birth  into  a  richer,  grander  life, 

Of  which  earth's  deepest  joys  are  but  the  types 

And  misty  shadowings.     There  lies  the  clue 

To  God's  great  secret,  and  upon  tl)is  da}' 

He  gives  the  key  into  tlie  hand  of  man  ! 

Along  yon  dust-white  stretch  of  road,  and  thro' 

The  singing,  scented,  dawn-kissed  fields,  there  comes 

A  woman,  hast'ning  from  the  city  gates, 

White-robed  and  flinging  back  her  veil  to  cool 

Her  fevered  face  against  the  flower-sweet  breath 

Aiid  soft  caresses  of  the  morning  air; 

A  face  both  beautiful  and  piteous. 

Whose  eyes — that  once  intoxicated  half 

Jerusalem  — have  had  tlieir  niadd'ning  power 

Washed  out  by  many  bitter  tears,  and  now 

Like  liui])id  pools  in  shadowy  hollows  lie, 

Life's  blue  sky  screened  forever  from  their  sight 

By  interlacing  foliage  of  pain. 

Tlir  dawn  ra^s  twine  tlieir  fingers  in  her  Iiair, 

WhObS  gold-bfi^hl  meshes  fling  their  dazzle  back 


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Like  answering  smiles.     It  is  the  Magdalen — 
Her  story,  like  her  face,  most  deeply  sad, 
Yet  strangely,  marvelously  beautiful ! 

A  hurricane  of  passion  had  engulfed 

Her  dawning  maidenhood,  and  swept  it  out  — 

A  poor,  frail  bark  —  upon  life's  blackest  sea. 

Where  myriad  monsters  sought  to  drag  it  down. 

Until  the  voice  of  him  of  Nazareth 

Cried,  "Peace!"  and  stilled  the  tempest  suddenly. 

As  some  crushed,  half-wrecked  ves-,el  is  drawn  in.        * 

At  last,  to  quiet  haven — so  her  sonl. 

Storm-tossed,  a  wreck  indeed,  found  anchorage 

In  that  great  port  of  peace,  the  Master's  love. 

All  lesser  loves  were  naught— this  soul  touched  hers 

With  holy  hands,  and  lo !  that  touch  of  fire 

Consumed  the  outer  robe  of  vileuess,  showed 

Her  white  within — and  from  her  drew  sweet  chords 

Of  music,  like  the  play  of  master-hands 

Upon  an  organ's  keys.     Poor  Magdalen  ! 

One  look  into  that  pure  face  taught  her  all  ; 

As  by  a  liglituing-fiash  she  read  her  past^ 

A  nightmare,  evermore  !     She  saw  the  thing 

Called  life,  and  what  it  means;  and  love  became 

Far  grander  than  her  heart  had  dreamed.      'Twas  (^od  ! 

And  therefore  pure  and  fair  as  his  own  flowers. 

Her  woman-soul  found,  then,  its  power  of  speech. 

Its  long-sought  utterance.     A  perfect  love 

Had  stretched  its  hands  to  clasp  her  groping  ones. 

And  she  was  saved  !     The  glory  blinded  her. 

But  she  could  follow  on,  her  hand  held  fast 

In  that  strong  hand  that  ne'er  would  fail  her  now. 

So  dreamed  she  sadly,  heeding  not  the  words 

The  Master  spoke  of  coming  cross  and  death. 

Till  those  sad  warnings  were  fulfilled,  indeed, 

With  awful  suddenness!     At  first  half-stunned — 

Then  waked  to  anguish  by  his  sufferings 

Which  held  her  at  his  side  in  breathless  woe 

Thro'  those  long,  tortured  hours  of  Calvary — 

She  lost  her  laith,  her  hope — all,  save  her  love  , 

That  lived,  and  broke  her  heart,  when  his  difl  l)reak 

Upon  the  cross  I 

'Tis  over,  now — tlu-  j')v 
That  has  transformed  her  life  in  tliese  la-;t  yi'ars — 
Ay,  buried  there  with  tliat  dear  lorm  wliich  she 
Helped  lay  away  within  the  new-made  t(jml). 
Some  of  the  Ma'-ter's  followers  hail  dreanieii 
Of  eartlily  kiiigrioin,  eartlily  king,  and  thfv 
His  lo\al,  loving  ministers;   and  some 
Ilafl  lioped  for  mysii-rie>,  and  glorious  >ights 
And  miracles— for  lieaven  on  eartli  ;  but  she   - 
She  liad  but  loved  him,  tound  in  him  her  ln-avi-n. 
Her  ];eriect  J)ea(e  and  rest  and  sympathy! 

Now  he  is  gone,  and  she  once  more  adrift 
Upon  a  worhi  that  mocks  her  and  dtricU-s. 
What  wonder  that,   in  this  sw<'ct  Kaster  dawn  — 
Thnn;.;h,  \et,  it  differs  not  from  otlier  da>\ti-. 
1  <»  her — slie  hastens,   'mid  the  waking  flowers 


274.  THE  YEAR'S  ENTKRTA/XMENTS 

And  glad-voiced  birds,  to  that  fair  garden-spot 
Of  peace,  where  rests  the  well-beloved  dead, 
And  flies  from  living  men,  to  find  s;id  joy 
'     In  leaning  her  poor  Jiead  against  the  stone 

That  holds  her  all  !     And  it,  perchance,  she  find 
Some  kind,  strong  hand  to  roll  away  the  stone, 
'Twill  soften  mucli  her  pain  to  lay  fresh  spice 
And  ointment  on  the  body  of  her  Lord. 

But  look  !  Some  other  has  been  here — the  stone 

Is  down — the  tomb  yawns  widely  !     Mary  stops, 

A  dumb  fear  clutching  at  her  heart,  and  casts 

One  swift  look  'round  the  slumbrous  burial-spot. 

Yes,  quite  alone  ; — no  creature  near,  save  birds 

And  fresh-robed  flowers; — a  scene  of  utter  peace. 

She  starts — then  falters — hastens  on  again, 

And  stooping,  trembling,  looks  into  the  tomb. 

Empty!  "O  God!"  "O  God  !"— The  body  gone. 

The  poor,  pierced  body  of  her  soul's  beloved! 

Gone — vanished — ^leaving  not  a  trace  or  sign. 

Save  folded  grave-clothes  lying  by  themselves! 

What  hands  have  stol'n  him  forth?     What  rough,  base  hands 

And  wherefore? — Who  can  bear  him  malice  now. 

Or  seek  to  further  harm  that  loving  heart 

Their  hate  has  tortured,  broken,  slowly  stilled! 

It  is  too  much,  this  last  drop  in  the  cup! 

Her  frail  form,  shaken  with  wild,  gasping  sobs, 

Sways  like  a  wind-torn  blossom  to  tlie  ground; 

The  darkest  hour  of  her  soul's  despair 

Enfolds  her  in  its  icy  arms,  and  blinds 

Her  to  the  breaking  of  the  day  of  joy 

Which  draws  so  near — is,  even  now,  at  hand! 

A  subtile  tremor  thro'  the  garden  steals — 
A  sigh  of  sudden,  hushed  expectancy. 
As  tlio'  the  leaves  and  flowers  lield  their  breath. 
For  lo!  there  stands  a  Presence  in  their  midst, 
Who  smiles  upon  them  with  the  eyes  of  God! 
They  recognize  him,  and  reach  out  soft  hands 
To  touch  liim,  as  young  children  show  their  love. 
But  lie  has  heard  the  agonized  heart-cry 
Ot  yon  poor  broken  flower  of  womanhood. 
And  passes  sottly,  swiftly  to  her  side. 

"Why  weepest  thou?     Whom  seekest  thou?" — the  words 

Fall  sweetly,  yet  on  dull,  unheeding  ears. 

vSlie  sees  him  with  but  poor,  tear-blinded  eyes. 

And  thro'  the  gold  haze  of  her  falling  hair, 

A  qniv'ring  sigh  breaks  from  her;  "Ah!"  she  moans, 

"They've  ta'en  away  my  Lord,  and  I  know  not 

Where  they  have  laid  him!"     Then — one  last  faint  liope 

Quick-springing  in  her  heart — "O  sir,  if  tliou 

Hast  borne  him  hence,  I  pray  thee  tell  me  where 

Thou'st  laid  him;  then  will  I — yea,  even  I, 

With  these  weak  woman-hands — take  up  my  Lord 

And  carry  him  away  to  some  forgotten  spot. 

Where  never  foot  of  enemy  shall  come 

To  trouble  him  ;  where  only  flowers,  and  birds. 

And  the  soft,  dreaming  e3'es  of  the  far  stars 

Shall  watch  his  earthly  resting-place;  and  where, 


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Oi  silent,  moon-white  uij^ht>,  or  in  .«ome  dawn 
A^  lre«bly  radiant  as  tlii~,  may  steal 
Those  few  poor  souls  who  love  his  nieniorv 
And  can  not  long  be  absent  from  his  side  !" 

The  shaking  voice  grows  faint,  again  with  tears, 

The  trembling  form  droops  lower  at  the  feet 

Of  th?  white  Majesty  she  scarcely  sees. 

And  then— like  sudden  music  sweeping  thro' 

The  solemn  hush  of  great  cathedral  aisles, 

The  \oice  of  the  dear  Crucified  and  Risen 

Sweeps  thro'  the  dnuib  soul  of  the  Magdalen 

With  one  sweet    "  Mary  !" — How  it  echoes  down 

The  world's  dim  centuries,  and  grandly  strikes 

An  answering  cliord  in  every  woman's  breast 

That  ihriils  bent-ath  its  touch!     The  voice  of  God — 

Which  calls  vast  worlds  and  systems  into  life. 

Ant',  is  tlie  perfect  music  of  all  time, 

Speaks,  now,  one  simple  woman's  simple  name 

In  tones  that  knit  all  woman-hearts  to  him 

Forevt-rmore,  because  of  the  love-note 

Of  tender,  comprehending  s\'mpathy 

That  vibrates  through  them  !     Ah,  dear  Lord,  she  knows 

Thee  n<iwl     And  every  woman,  in  the  years 

To  come,  will  know  thee — recognize  thy  voice 

As  speaking  unto  her  own  hungry  soul. 

In  that  one  soft  word  "Mar)',"  uttered  here! 

So  finds  the  Magdalen  her  Eastertide; 
Nor  lalls  its  glory  on  her  heart,  alone — 
But,  thro'  the  wule-flnng  windows  of  her  soul, 
Streams  out  across  futurity,  to  light 
The  paths  of  all  her  sorrowing  sisterhood 
Amid  the  twilight  shadows  of  the  woild. 
Hail.  P^ister  Morn!   All  hail,  dear  Son  of  God! 
l'V)r.   with  tliee,   woman  ri-es  from  the  dead  — 
I'ir-t  Kaster  lily  of  tliy  gatliering! 

— Marf^aret  (irare  Hi  I  son,  in  '    J  he  Interior 


276  THE   YliA  R'S  EN  TER  TA  IN  MEN  TS 


A  Miscellaneous  Program  for  Arbor  Day 

Spring,  with  its  promise  of  new  life,  its  joy  and  gladness,  fitly  prepares  us  for  the 
celebration  of  Arbor  Day.  Let  us  make  this  occasion  not  only  a  pleasant  day,  but  one 
that  will  teach  some  valuable  lessons  to  the  pupils  of  our  schools.  When  children  are 
led  to  a  full  realization  of  the  economic  value  of  trees,  to  say  nothing  of  the  pleasure 
which  their  cultivation  brings,  they  will  become  their  staunchest  protectors.  Tlie 
forest  is  the  friend  of  the  farmer;  as  the  forests  of  our  hills  are  cut  down,  so  the  fer- 
tility of  our  valleys  is  lessened.  Wanton  destruction  of  trees  may  be  stayed,  and 
children  may  learn  b)'  simple  exercises  some  of  the  uses  and  beauties  of  trees  and 
flowers,  and  tlie  value  of  the  study  of  tree-planting.  Let  us  endeavor  to  bring  the 
children  into  a  closer  acquaintance  with  the  world  of  nature,  and  to  so  strengthen  the 
ethical  sentiment  that,  while  listening  to  its  voice  they  may  hear  the  voice  of  God. 

Now  is  the  time  for  planning  window  decorations  and  training  vines  about  the  room. 
Encourage  the  children  to  bring  plants  and  blossoms.  Give  them  the  care  of  the 
tender  plants,  and  interest  them  in  watching  seedlings  develop,  striving  in  every  way 
to  draw  them  near  to  Nature's  heart. 

PROGRAM 

Song        ..---.....-..       Spare  the  Trees 
Quotations 

Acrostic  -- Springtime 

Song    -- --      Sugar  Season 

Recitation       ....- Apple  Seed  John 

Exercise      ----- Crown  the  Spade 

Recitation       -  - --         The  Four  Sunbeams 

Reading      ---.---.---    Arbor  Day  Brevities 

Exercise  -         .         ,         - The  Poets  and  Arbor  Day 

Song  -  The  Planting  Song 

Recitation      -  -.....--  Recipe  for  an  April  Day 

Exercise      -.-------  A  Chorus  of  the  Flowers 

Recitation      -  -  The  Tree  Planter 

Recitation        .-         -         --         -        -         -         -         -        -        Planting  a  Cherry  Tree 

Recitation     -- The  Pussy  Willow 

Exercise .---   Value  of  Our  Phoresis 

Song      .--.--..-  Winter  Storms  Have  Passed  Away 

Recitation --       Bring  Flowers 

Reading        .-..-. Amy  vStewart 

Exercise --  My  Favorite  Tree 

Recitation Pine  Needles 

Essay Famous  Trees 

Concert  Recitation The  Tree  We  Plant 

Recitation vSomething  Good  About  Pansies 

Song The  Grand  Old  Trees 


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Spare  the  Trees 

**  (Air:  "Hold  the  Fort.") 

I'riends  and  parents  j^ather  witli  us, 

In  our  scliool  today. 
Thoughts  of  groves  and  tangled  wildwoods 

In  our  minds  hold  sway. 

Chorus — 

Spare  the  trees,  oh  thoughtless  woodman, 

Hew  but  what  3'ou  need, 
They  give  balms  to  vagrant  breezes, 

For  their  lives  we  plead. 


Giant  oaks  in  sunny  pastures 
Cast  their  pleasant  shade. 

Maples  clad  in  gohl  and  crimson 
Cheer  tiie  darkened  glade. 

Loft}-  firs  and  nuirinuring  pine  trees 
Shading  niounlain's  crest, 

Are  the  growth  of  weary  ages; 
For  them  we  protest. 

Heralded  in  leafy  b^iiners, 

Seasons  four,  we  greet; 
Every  bough  a  sacred  temple 

For  the  song  birds  sweet. 


Arbor  Day  Quotations 

Now  is  the  time  to  visit  Nature  in  her  grand  attire. — Loivell. 

Nature  is  tlie  volume  of  which  God  is  the  author. — Harvey. 

Come  forth  into  the  light  of  things, 
Let  Nature  be  your  teacher. 

No  man  hath  ever  known  or  said 
How  many  there  may  be. 

But  each  tree  helpeth  to  make  a  shade  ; 
Facli  leaf  to  make  a  tree. 


—  Wordsworth . 


— Holmes. 


A  man  wlro  plants  a  tree  and  cares  for  it,  has  added  at  least  his  mite  to  God  s  cre- 
ation.— Lucy  Larcom. 

To  own  a  bit  of  ground,  to  scratch  it  with  a  lioe,  to  plant  seeds  and  watch  their  re- 
newal of  life, — this  is  the  commonest  delight  of  the  race  and  the  most  satisfactory  thing 
one  can  do. —  Warner, 


Heaven  and  eartli  help  him  wlio  plants  a  tree, 
And  his  work  his  own  reward  shall  be. 

Summer  or  winter,  day  or  night. 
The  woods  are  an  ever  new  delight  ; 

They  give  us  peace  and  they  make  us  strong. 
Such  wonderful  balms  to  them  belong. 


— Lucy  Larcom. 


— Sloddani. 


There  i-  no  -.pot  on  earth  wliich  may  not  be  made  more  beautiful  by  the  help  of  trees 
and  flowers. — Holmes. 

Woodman,  spare  that  tree! 

Touch  not  a  single  bough  ! 
In  youth  it  sheltered  me, 

And  I'll  protect  it  now.  —Morns. 

Accuse  not  Nature,  she  hath  done  her  part; 

Do  thou  Init  thine.  — Alilioii. 


The  tree  of  the  field  is  man's  life. — Bible. 

.Springtime 

Children  come  on  stage  at  left  rear,  cross 
to  ri^hl .  from  rii;;hl  rrar  diagonally  to  Ir/l 
front ^  hack  to  li  ft  rear,  diagonally  to  i  ii^ht 
J  null,  across  front,  wlierc  lliey  stand,  sing 
and  recite. 

After  renting,  bass  Jrom  left  front  tit 
left  rear,  diagona/ly  to  riiiht  front   bade  to 


right  rear,  diagonally  to  left  front,  io 
rear  and  off  stage. 

.Sing.      (Tune:  Yankee  Doodle. ) 


Ifft 


Welcome  to  the  Springtime  dear, 
]{inls  an<l  i)lossi)in-.  eoninig, 

iMJling  liearts  with  right  gcxxl  clieer 
.\nd  with  plca-^ant  sunshine. 


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THE  YEAR'S  ENTERTALXMEXTS 


{Children  ivcar  letters  made  of  ever  green 
or  green  paper.) 


vS  u^liLTs  in  (k-lij^litful  Spriii}^, 
How  ui.iii}-  ])leasiires  she  will  liriii:^. 


l'iis>\-  Willows  now  are  ])eeping 

l'"r(>in  the  cots  where  they've  been  sleeping. 

R 

Roliiii  Retlbreast  clears  his  throat 
To  trill  for  us  his  sweetest  note. 

I 

Aiul  'tis  now  the  Insects  waken 

From  the  long,  long  sleep  they've  taken. 

N 

N  is  for  Nests  and  nesting  time 
When  birds  return  from  warmer  ciime. 


Green  springs  the  Grass  o'er  meadow-land 
When  ADril  fairies  wave  their  wand. 


The  grand  old  Trees,  we  learn  today, 
Are  nionarclis  of  our  Arbor  Day. 

(  //  nut  desired  for  Arbor  Day  rccitatirn . 
litis  verse  may  be  substituted  for  letter  J  .) 

Tlic  Treis  in  tlre-^s  of  freshest  green 
Tall  mouarchs  are  of  stateliest  mien. 


Spring's  Infant  l)lossonis,  birds  and  bees 
Are  waiting  wanner  sun  and  breeze. 

M 

One  sign  of  spring  we  know  full  well, 
When  Maple  buds  begin  to  swell. 

E 

Earth  dons  her  robes  of  brightest  green 
A  fresher  world  was  never  seen. 

yThe  ehildren  sing  the  same  stanza  as  ol 
the  beginning  and  pass  offstage,  aeeordmg 
to  diagram  and  direetions. ) 

— May  R.  Collins. 


Sugar  Season* 


'_8— 4— T-J 1      1       r-1 ^       .     P     »     ^ r— f=^ 1 

L 

[V— 4 "     *     ^      ^    !>    ^    < #  ^  -    J    ^    ^i 

i 


-& 


Here  we  come  with  shouts  and  buckets, 
Spoons  and  keitles,  every  one; 

What's  the  reason? 

Suj^ar  sea-^on, 
And  the  sap' 


begun  to  run. 


IIor~es  crunch  across  the  snowpaths. 
Loaded  sieds  oi  sap  they  pull  ; 
What's  the  reason? 
Sugar  sea -on, 
And  the  pails  are  brimming  full. 
*Used  by  special  permission  of  the  author  ami  composer,  .\lice  K-  AUcii  and  Chas.  K.  Boyd. 


Sap  in  kettles,  watch  it  bubble. 
Try  it,  see  the  fine  threads  coil  ; 
\Vhat'^  the  reason? 
Sugar  season. 
And  the  sap's  begun  to  Ijoil. 

Sugar  cakes — all  sorts  and  sizes — 
See,  our  little  ba-kets  hold  ; 

What's  the  reason? 

Sugar  season. 
And  our  sugar  must  be  sold. 


Apple  Seed  John 


Poor  Johnny  was  bended  well-nigh  double 
With  years  of  care,  and  toil,  and  trouble; 
Rut  Ills  large  old  heart  still  felt  the  need 
Of  doing  for  others  some  kitidlv  deed. 


"But  wliat  can  I  do?"  old  Johnny  said  : 
"I,  who  work  so  hard  for  daily  brend? 
It  takes  heaps  of  money  to  do  nnuh  uotxl 
I  am  fir  t^'o  poor  to  do  as  I  would.   " 


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Tbe^ld  man  .sal  thiukiug  deeply  awhile, 
Then  over  his  features  gleamed  a  snnle; 
And  he  chipped   his   hands   with    childish 

glee, 
And    said    to    himself,  "There's  a  way  for 

me!" 

He  worked  and  he  worked  with  might  and 

main, 
But  uo  one  knew  the  plan  in  his  brain. 
H<_  took  the  ripe  apples  in  pay  for  chores. 
And  carefulh'  cut  from  them  all  the  ores. 

With  a  bag  full  of  cores  he  wandered  away, 
Anil  uo  man  saw  him  for  many  a  dav. 
With  knapsack  over  his  shoulder  sluug, 
He  marched  along  and  whistled  or  sung. 

He  seemed  to  roam  with  uo  object  in  view, 
Like  one  who  had  nothing  on  earth  to  do; 
But,  journeyiu'4  thus  o'er  the  prairies  wide, 
He  paused  now  and  then,  and  his  bag 
untied. 

Witli  pointed   cane,  deep   holes  he    would 

bore. 
And  in  every  hole  ho  placed  a  core; 
Then  covered  llit-m  well  and  left  them  there, 
In  keeping  of  -unshine,  rain,  and  air. 

Sometimes  for  days  he  wadeil  through  grass, 

And  saw  not  a  living  creature  pass; 

Buc  ofleu,  when  sinking   to    sleep    in    the 

dark, 
He  heard  the   owls   lioot   and   prairie-dogs 

ijark. 

Sometime-  a  log  cal)iii  came  in  view. 
Where  Joliiin}'  was  sure  to  find  jobs  to  do, 
By    wliich    he    gained    stores  of  bread  and 

meat. 
And  welcome  rest  for  his  weary  feet. 

Ht  had  full  many  a  story  to  tell, 
And  goodly  livmns  that  he  sang  right  well  ; 
He  to-^ed  u])  the  babies  and  joined  the  boys 
In  many  a  game  full  of  fun  and  noise. 

And  he  seemed  so  hearty  in  work  or  play, 
•Men,  women  and  boys    all    urged    him    to 

stay  ; 
But  he  always  said,   "I  have  something   to 

do. 
\nd  1   niu-l  go  on  U>  carry  it  through." 

The  boys,  \sh()  were    r.ure    to    follow    him 

round, 
Soon  found  what  it  was  tiiat   he  ])nt  in  the 

ground  ; 
\nd  so,  as  time  passed,  and  he  traveled  on, 
J*!verv    one   called    him,  "Old   .\pple-Sced 

John." 


Whenever  he'd  used  the  whole  of  his  store, 
He  went  into  cities  and  worked  for  more  ; 
Then  he  marched  back  to  the  wilds  again. 
And  planted  seed  on  hillside  and  plain. 

In  cities,  some  said  the  old  man  was  crazj-, 
While  others  said  he  was  only  lazy  ; 
But  he  took  uo  notice  of  jibes  and  jeers  ; 
He  knew  he  was  working  for  future  years. 

So  he  kept  on  traveling  far  and  wide, 
Till  his  old  limbs  failed  him  and  he  died. 
He  said  at  last,  "  'Tis  comfort  to  feel 
I've  done  good  in  the  world,  though  not  a 
great  deal." 

Wear}'  travelers,  journeying  west. 

In    the    shade    of    his  trees  find  a  pleasant 

rest ; 
And  they  often  start  with  glad  surprise, 
At  the  ros}'  fruit  that  round  them  lies, 

And    if    they   inquire    whence   came   such 
trees. 

Where   not   a    branch    once  swayed  in  tlie 
breeze. 

The  answer  still  comes,  as  they  travel  on, 

"These  trees  were  planted  hy  'Apple  Seed- 
John.'  " 

— Lydia  Maria  Child. 

Crcwn  the  Spade 

{A  pupil  hearing  an  ordinat y  gaidi  n 
spade  comes  upon  the  stage,  and  rccitis. 
This  spade  is  undecorated.) 

Crown  the  spade  on  Arbor  Day 

Of  every  tool  the  king. 
The  spade  digs  u])  the  little  tree 

We  ior  our  festal  bring  ; 
The  spade  makes  ready  for  the  place 

The  little  tree  must  own 
When  it  is  from  its  brothers  brought 

And  coaxed  to  dwell  alone  ; 
The  spade  then  brings  the  richer  soil 

AikI  s])rea(ls  it  all  arouml. 
And  still  with  kindly  services 

It  often  seeks  that  ground. 
Then,  while  we  celebrate  the  trees 

Ami  all  their  virtues  trace. 
The  spades  in  lu)lirlay  attire 

Our  festival  A\\\\\  grace. 

( This  pupil   leaves    the   stage   and  four 
nihcrs  enter.      They  carry  dtcuratrd  \pade\ 
that  look  as  pretty  as  Janey  ribbon  %  or  pupei 
ran  make  them.     Each  recites  in  turn.\ 
.\way  to  the  forest,  ho,  ho! 
'Tis  there  that  the  voung  saplings  gr<»« 
'J" is  there  we  m.iy  find  wliat  we  please 
Wlnii  sfj-king  for  Arbf>r  Day  tri.  -. 


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Awaj-  to  the  forest,  ho,  ho ! 
With  spades  on  our  shoulders  we  go. 
There  fair  little  trees  we  shall  find. 
And  l)ring  tlieui  to  places  more  kiud. 

Awav  to  the  forest,  ho,  ho! 
Willi  merriest  footsteps  we  go 


To  make  a  most  diligent  search 
'Mong  hickory,  maple  and  birch. 

Then  hack  from  the  forest,  ho,  ho! 
And  proudly  our  gleanings  we'll  show. 
Perhaps  each  small  Arbor  Day  tree 
A  father  of  forests  may  be. 


The  Four  Sunbeams 

Four  little  sunbeams  came  earthward  one  day, 
Shining  and  dancing  along  on  their  way. 

Resolved  that  their  course  should  be  blest. 
"Let  us  try;"  they  all  whispered:  "some  kindness  io  do, 
Not  seek  our  own  pleasuring  all  the  day  through, 

Then  meet  in  the  eve  at  the  west." 

One  sunbeam  ran  in  at  a  low  cottage  door, 

And  played  "hide-and-seek"  with  a  child  on  the  floor, 

Till  baby  laughed  loud  in  his  glee. 
And  chased  with  delight  his  strange  playmate  so  bright, 
The  liitle  hands  grasping  in  vain  for  the  light 

That  ever  before  them  would  flee. 

One  crept  to  the  couch  where  an  invalid  lay. 

And  brought  him  a  dream  of  the  sweet  summer  day, 

Its  bird-song  and  beauty  and  bloom. 
Till  pain  was  forgotten  and  weary  unrest, 
And  in  fancy  he  roamed  through  the  scenes  he  loved  best, 

Far  away  from  the  dim,  darkened  room. 

One  stole  to  the  heart  of  a  flower  that  was  sad, 
And  loved  and  caressed  her  until  she  was  glad 

And  lifted  her  white  face  again  ; 
For  love  brings  content  to  the  lowliest  lot, 
And  finds  something  sweet  in  the  dreariest  spot, 

And  lightens  all  labor  and  pain. 

And  one,  where  a  little  blind  girl  sat  alone, 
Not  sliaring  the  mirth  of  her  playfellows,  shone 

On  hands  that  were  folded  and  pale. 
And  kis-ed  the  poor  eyes  that  had  never  known  sight, 
Tliat  never  would  gaze  on  the  beautiful  light 

Till  angels  had  lifted  the  veil. 

.■\t  last,  when  the  shadows  of  evening  were  falling, 
■  And  the  sun,  their  great  father,  his  children  was  calling, 
l'"our  sniibeanis  sped  into  the  \\'est. 
All  ^aid,   "We  have  found  that  in  seeking  the  pleasure 
Of  others,  we  fill  to  the  full  our  own  measure,"  — 
Then  softly  they  sank  to  their  rest. 

—St.  Nicholas. 


Arbor  Day  Brevities 

Arbor  Day  was  started  in  Nebraska  in  1872.     J.  Sterling  Morton  was  the  founder  of  it. 

Practically  all  of  the  States  and  Territories  ha-  e  adopted  Arbor  Day,  and  miUious  of 
trees  are  set  out  every  year. 

The  first  public  planting  of  trees  in  honor  of  the  memory  of  distiuguisheu  people 
took  place  in  Cincinnati,  Ohio,  several  years  ago. 


APRIL 


2«1 


Our  country  has  made  a  great  mistake  in  cutting  down  so  many  trees  and  spoiling 
our  splendid  forests.  Trees  not  only  make  the  earth  more  beautiful  to  look  at  and 
enjoy,  but  they  do  a  grout  deal  of  good  beside. 

I'orests  affect  the  climate  of  a  conntry.  They  prevent  extremes  of  heat  and  cold, 
and  the  sudden  changes  in  weather  that  s])oil  the  cr()])s. 

Forests  help  the  farmers  by  forming  a  wall  that  protects  the  growing  crops. 

More  rain  falls  every  year  in  the  forests  than  in  the  open  fields.  A  jiortion  of  this 
rain  is  caught  by  the  leaves  and  held,  and  then  drojiped  down  afterwards  to  the  earth 
gradually.     This  is  better  for  the  soil  than  if  it  all  fell  upon  the  earth  at  once. 

The  carpet  of  leaves  in  the  forests  makes  the.  earth  there  like  a  sponge,  and  it  takes 
up  the  rains  and  melting  snows  and  holds  them  and  lets  the  moisture  down  into  the 
soil,  little  by  little.  This  spongy  leaf-mold  keeps  the  earth  from  freezing  so  hard 
there  so  that  it  can  take  up  the  rain. 

Old  limbs  and  trunks  of  trees  and  big  roots  that  stand  out  on  the  surface  stop  the 
water  that  comes  pouring  down  the  hillsides,  and  slowly  fills  the  springs  and  rivers. 

When  the  forests  are  cut  down  and  the  ground  burnetl  over,  the  leaf}'  sponge-like 
mold  is  burned  too,  and  the  melting  snows  and  rainfalls  rush  down  the  hills  and  do 
great  harm. 

Large  roots  of  trees  will  push  their  way  under  ground  and  into  rocks  and  make  little 
hollow  places  for  the  water  to  run  through,  and  that  keeps  the  springs  open  all  the  year. 

If  trees  are  planted  in  sandy  deserts  by  and  by  good  soil  will  he  formed,  where  other 
things  can  grow.  Then  people  can  live  in  tiiese  places.  Trees  make  the  air  purer. 
The  leaves  take  in  the  impure  air  which  we  breathe  out.  They  make  it  over  in 
their  little  cells  and  give  it  l)ack  to  us  pure  air  again. 

Trees  give  out  a  great  deal  of  moisture.  A  town  or  city  without  any  trees  would  be 
a  great  deal  hotter  and  drier  in  the  summer  time. 


The  Poets  and  Arbor  Day 

{Pupils  stand  by  desks  atid  a/ler  naming 
authors  recite  the  quotattons.) 

First  Pupil — Whittier  said: 

"  Give  fools  their  gold,   and    knaves    their 
power ; 

Let  fortune's  Imlililes  rise  and  fall  ; 
Who  sows  a  fielil  or  trains  a  flower. 

Or  plants  a  tree  is  more  than  all." 

Second  Pupil — Ben  Johnson  wrote: 

"Not  merely  growing  like  a  tree 

In  bulk  doth  make  man  belter  be. 

Or  standing   long    an    oak    tiiree    hundred 

years, 
To  fall  a  log  at  last,  dry,  bald  and  sear. 
A  lily  of  a  day  is  fairer  f.ir  in  May  ; 
Although  it  fall  and  die  tliat  night. 
It  was  the  ])lanl  and  flower  of  light. 
In  small  prf)i)orUons  we  ju>t  beauties  see, 
And  in  short  measure  life  may  perfect  be.  " 

Third  Pupil — Holmes  said: 
"In  fact  there's  not liing  that  keeps  its  youth, 
vSo  far  as  I  know,  but  a  tree  and  truth." 


Fourth  Pupil — Morris  wrote: 
"To  me  the  world's  an  open  book 

01  sweet  and  pleasant  jioetry  ; 
I  read  it  in  the  running  l)rook 

That  sings  its  way  toward  the  sea. 
It  whispers  in  the  leaves  ol  trees. 

The  swelling  grain,  the  waving  grass, 
And  in  the  cool,  fresh  evening  breeze, 

That  crisjjs  the  wavelets  as  they  pass. 

"Tlie  flowers  below,  the  stars  above, 

In  all  tlieir  l)looni  and  brightness  given. 

An-,  like  the  attributes  of  love. 
The  poetry  of  earth  and  heaven; 

Thus,  nature's  volume,  read  aright. 
Attunes  ihe  soul  to  minstrelsy 

Tingeing  life's  clou<l  with  rosy  light 
And  all  tiic  world  with  ])oetry." 
/  i/th  /'«/>//  — Longfellow  said: 

"If  tliou  ar»  worn  and  heart  beset 
With  sorros\''+.tliat  thou  wouldst  forgot, 
If  thou  wnnld^t  read  a  h-'^'-on  th;>t  will  keep 
Thy  heart  fr<MU  hiiuting  and  thy  soul  from 

sleep, 
Co  to  the  woods  ,ind  hills!     No  tiars 
Dim  the  sweet  look  that  Nature  wears." 


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Sixth  Pupil — Bryan  Waller  Procter  wrote : 

"!Mcthiiiks  I  love  all  conunon  thiii<J~, 
The  common  air,  the  common  flower, 

The    dear,    kind,    common     Ihouglil     that 
springs 
I'rom  liearts  that  liave  no  other  dower, 
No  other  wealth,  no  other  power, 

Save  love;  and  will  not  that  repay 

Tor  all  else  fortune  tears  away? 

What  good  are  fancies  rare,  that  rack 
With  painful  thought  the  poet  s  brain? 

Alas!  they  cannot  bear  us  back 
Unto  happy  years  agiin  ! 
Hut  the  vliite  rose  without  a  stain 

Hringeth  times  and  thoughts  of  flowers, 

When  youth  was  bounteous  as  the  hours." 

T/iC  School — 

"He  who  plants  a  tree 

Plants  a  hope. 

Rootlets  up  through  fibres  Mindly  grope  ; 
Leaves  unfold  into  horizons  free. 

So  man's  life  must  climb 

From  the  clods  of  time 

Unto  heavens  sublime." 

The  Planting  Song 

(Tune: — ".\merica."     .See  page  (121 

Jo3'  for  the  aturd}-  trees 
Fanned  by  each  fragrant  bree/.i-. 

LoveI_v  the}-  stand  i 
Tlie  song  birds  o'er  them  ir'll. 
They  shade  each  tinkliif;  'ill. 
They  crouti  eacti  swelling  h.il. 

Lowly  or  grand. 

Plant  them  b}'  stream  and  \v::y. 
Plant  where  the  chiidren  play 

.\\\d  toilers  rest ; 
In  everj'  verdant  vale. 
On  every  sunny  swale — 
Whether  to  grow  or  fail, 

God  knovvest  best. 

vSelect  the  strong,  the  fair, 
Plaut  them  with  earnest  care, 

No  toil  is  vain  ; 
Plant  in  a  fitter  place. 
Where,  like  a  love!}-  face. 
Let  in  some  sweeter  grace. 

Change  ma}'  prove  gain. 

God  will  Kis  blessing"  -t-nd, 
.■\11  things  on  Him  dejieud. 

His  loving  care 
Clings  to  each  leaf  and  flower. 
Like  ivy  to  its  lower. 
His  presence  and  His  power 

.Are  ever v%\ here. 


Recipe  for  an  April  Day 

Take  a  dozen  little  clouils 

.•Vud  a  Jiak'h  of  bine ; 
Take  a  million  raindrops, 

.Vs  many  siinlieams,  loo. 

Take  a  host  of  violets, 

.\  wandering  little  bree/e, 
And.  nnriads  of  liltle  leaves 

Dancing  on  the  trees. 

Then  mix  them  well  together. 

In  the  verv  (juickest  wa>-, 
Showers  and  sunsiiine,  bird:-  and  flowers. 

And  you'll  have  an  April  U.iy. 

A  Chorus  of  the  Flowers 

(Six  Children) 

[Each  c  III  lei  carries  the  tioiucr  which  he 
represents. ) 

First  Child — 

I  am  the  honeysuckle, 

With  my  drooping  lie.ul. 
And  early  in  the  springtime 

I  don  my  dress  of  red. 
I  grow  in  quiet  woo<ll.inds. 

Beneath  some  budding  tree  ; 
.^o  wlieii  you  lake  a  ramble 

Jn>i  look  at  me. 

Second  Chi  Id — 

I  am  the  dandelion, 

Yellow,  as  \<i\\  set.;. 
And  ^\heu  the  children  >ce  me 

Till  y  slioiit  for  glee. 
I  grow  b}-  ever)'  wayside, 

.\nd  when  I've  Iiad  \\\\  d.-y 
I  spread  my  wings  so  silvery 

.ind  fly  away. 

Thiid  Child— 

When  God  made  all  the  flowers 

He  gave  each  one  a  name; 
-Vnd  when  the  others  all  had  gone 

k  little  lilne  one  came, 
And  said,  in  trembling  whisper, 

"My  name  has  been  forgot," 
Tlien  the  good  Father  called  her 

Forget-me-not. 

l-\fii>th  Child — 

.\  fern,  the  people  call  me, 
Um  always  clothed  in  green; 

1  live  in  every  forest — 
',  You've  seen  me  oft,  I  ween. 

Sometimes  I  leave  the  shadow 
I  To  grow  beside  the  way  ; 

Y'ou'll  see  me  as  jou  par;S 
;  Some  nice,  fine  d.iy. 


APRIL 


'^X^'.^ 


Fif'tti  Child — 

1  am  tlie  gaj-  nasturtium, 

I  tiloom  in  ganien-  fine, 
Aiiiouo  \\nt  yrumltT  llowt-rs 

Mv  sleiiiier  stalk  I  iw  ine. 
Brijjlit  oranjie  is  ni)'  color 

The  eyes  of  all  to  piease. 
I  have  a  tube  of  houey 

For  all  the  bees. 

Si.vUi   Child— 

I  am  the  little  violet 

In  1113-  purple  dress; 
I  hide  myself  so  safely 

Tliat  you  d  never  guess 
There  was  a  ^ower  so  near  you, 

Ne-tliiig  at  your  feet; 
And  that  is  \vh3-  I  send  j'ou 

M}'  fragrance  sweet. 

— Lucy  Wheilock. 


The  Tree  Planter 

We  are  building  for  the  future  ; 

Every  loyal  youth  and  lad 
In  his  .M;iy-tinie  seed  or  sapling 

Founds  a  dsvelling  green  and  glad, 
Where  ihc  song  birds  of  the  morning 

Konnd  their  cradle-honies  will  l)iay. 
And  the  rain  will  store  its  treasure 

For  the  streams  that  wear  awav. 

— :iekclcd. 

Planting;  a  Cherry  Tree 
Dear  little,  l)right  little  Kobin-, 
Witli  \our  co/.y  home  in  view. 
When  hjv  tree  has  grown 
A-  big  a>  your  own 
I'll  have  \\\\>  haigain  wiih  yo-.i , 
If  you'll  tf\:  (lie  >lugs 
And  the  woriur^  and  Ijugs, 
Vou  may  taste  of  the  cherries,  too. 

l)-ar  old,  fu^-y  old  Top- Knot. 

V<iu  mu~n  t  scratch  there  —  shoo  ;  shoo  ! 

•Now  just  be  good 

And  act  as  you  shonhl 
And  1,1  lell  you  wli;ii  I  will  do: 

When  the  tree  grou^  t,dl, 

fhe  cherrie-  that  tall 
Shall  all  he  reckoneil  lor  you 

Sweet  little  baby  broliier 
Dimple  and  smiie  and  coo 

For  this  trim  little  tree 

I've  brought  you  to  see 
I  pl.mtc'l  on  purpose  tor  you  , 

When  you're  of  a  si/e 

To  eat  cherry  pie-, 
Whv,  here  will  1>'.^  riicrije-  for  >"ii 


The  Pussy  Willow 

The  brook  is  brimming  with  melting  >now, 

The  maple  sap  is  running, 
.A.nd  on  the  highest  elm,  a  crow 

His  coal-black  wings  is  sunning. 
A  close  green  bud,  the  Mayflower  lie> 

Upon  a  mossy  pillow; 

.\nd  sweet  and  low,  the  south  wind  blow-. 
And  through  the  i)rown  field>  calling  gof- 

"Come,  Pu>sy  !  Pussy  Willow! 

Within  your  close  brown  wrapper  stir! 

Come  out  and  show  your  silver  fur' 
Come,  Pussy!  Pussy  Willow'" 

Soon  red  will  bud  the  maple-trees, 
The  bJuebirds  will  be  singing, 

The  yellow  tassels  in  the  breeze 
Be  from  the  poplars  swinging. 

.■\nd  rosy  will  the  Mayflower  be 
Upon  Its  mossy  pillow. 

''But  you  must  come  the  first  of  ah,— 

Come,  Puss3'  ■''  is  the  south  wind  s  call  • 
'Come,  Pussy!  Pussy  Willow!  ' 

A  iairy  gift  to  children  dear, 
The  downy  firstling  of  the  year. 
"Come    Pussy  I  Pussy  Wiiow'" 

■-Selected. 

We  Love  the  Trees 

J'int  Child— 

f  iove  a  tree  in  spring, 

When  tlie  tir-l  green  leaves  Cfune  mii. 
And  llie  birds  build  their  iu-»ts  and  can. I 

Their  sweet  songs  round  al)onl. 

Second  Child — 

I  love  a  tree  in  suramer. 

When    in  the  noon-tide  heat, 
The  reapers  tie  in  its  sharlow 

On  the  greeuswaril,  cool  and  sweet. 

■Jhnd  Child— 

I  iove  a  tree  in  autumn. 

When  Frost,  the  painter  old, 
Has  touched  with  his  brush  its  branches, 

.-^nd  left  them  all  crimson  and  gold. 

l-oiitth  Child— 
I  love  a  tree  in  winter, 

Mid  -now  and  ue  and  clou<l, 
Wavini.'  Us  Ion;.',  Iiare  branches 

In  the  north  uiiid     wailing  loud. 

All- 
Let  us  plant  a  tree  by  the  wayside, 

I'hMit  it  with  smiles  and  with  tears, 
\  sii.ide  ior  some  weary  wanderer, 
A  Ixipe  frif  tlie  coming  years. 

-Lucia  M.  ^ 


28-t  THE   YEAR'S  ENTERTAINMENTS 

The  Value  of  Our  Forests 

(  The  pupils  come  on  the  sta^c  cue  at  a  time  and  recite,  shoiving  the  article  abot 
rvhich  they  speak  and  give  mot  ions.) 

hirst  Pupil  {carrying  a  bunch  of  toothpJcks)--.\  toollipiiik  is  a  little  thing,  j'et  it 
reported  that  one  factory  uses  10,000  cords  of  wood  annuall}-  in  the  production  of  the: 
splints  of  wood. 

Second  Pupil  [carrying  a  box  of  pegs) — Shoe  pegs  are  small  affairs;  3'et  a  singl 
faclory  sends  to  Europe  annuailj',  40,000  bushels  of  pegs,  besides  what  it  sells  in  th 
country. 

Third  Pupil — A  spool  is  of  small  account  when  the  thread  is  wound  off;  3'et  seven 
factories  use  each  from  1,800  to  3,500  cords  ot  wood  every  }-ear  in  making  these  article 
Tiiou.-ands  of  acres  of  Ijirch  trees  have  been  bought  at  one  time  by  thread  manufacturer 
for  the  sole  purpose  of  securing  a  supply  of  spools. 

T'ourih  Pupil — Who  thinks  much  of  the  little  friction  match,  as  be  uses  it  to  ligi 
the  lamp  or  fire,  and  then  throw  it  away?  But  one  factoiy,  it  is  said,  makes  6o,ooo,oc 
of  these  little  articles  every  day,  and  uses  for  this  purpose  12,000  square  feet  of  be 
l)ine  iumber. 

Fifth  Pupil — Forests  affect  the  climate  of  the  country  .  influence  the  rain  of  a  com 
try,  build  up  a  wall  and  protect  the  crops;  they  keep  the  air  pure.  The  leaf-mold  i 
forests  holds  back  the  rains.  We  draw  $700,000,000  worth  of  products  every  year  froi 
the  trees.     No  other  crop  equals  this  in  value. 

All— 

"The  groves  were  God's  first  temples.     Ere  man  learned 

To  hew  the  shaft  and  lay  the  architrave 

And  spread  the  roof  above  them  ;  ere  he  framed 

The  lofty  vault  to  gather  and  roll  back 

The  sound  of  anthems;  in  the  darkling  wood, 

Amidst  the  cool  and  silence,   he  knelt  down 

Aud  offered  to  the  Mightiest  soleiun  thanks 

And  supplication." 

Winter  Storms  Have  Passed  Away 

(Air:  "Auld  Lang  Syne."     See  page  112) 


Tlic  winter  storms  have  passed  away 

And  sjiring  time  now  is  here 
\\\\.\\  sunsMiie  smiling  all  around, 

And  heavens  blue  and  clear. 
The  gifts  of  Nature  brighten  eartii. 

And  make  her  garden  gay  ; 
TIk  y  give  a  clieer\-  greeting  bright 

Un  this,  the  Arbor  Day. 


The  birds  with  gladsome  voices  sing, 

Each  its  melodious  lay. 
And  music  sweKs  each  little  throat 

On  this,  the  Arbor  Day. 
The  trees  put  forth  their  greenest  leaves 

On  this,  the  Arbor  Day, 
And  welcome  now  the  chosen  tree 

Which  we  shall  plant  today. 

— Ellen  Beauchamp. 


Bring  Flowers 

Bring  flowers  to  strew  in  the  conqueror's  pathl 
He  hath  sliaken  thrones  with  his  stormy  wtath  ; 
He  comes  with  sp(jils  of  nations  back. 
The  vines  lie  crushed  in  his  chariot's  track 
The  turf  looks  red  where  he  won  the  day. 
Bring  flowers  to  die  in  the  conqueror's  way! 

Bring  flowers  to  the  captive's  lonely  cell  ' 
They  have  tales  of  the  joyou^^  woods  to  ttll. — 
Uf  tiie  free  blue  streams,  and  the  glowing  sky, 


APRIL  J^«n 

And  the  bright  world  shut  from  liis  languid  eye; 

The}'  will  bear  him  a  thought  of  the  suuuy  hours, 

And  the  dream  of  his  youth.  Biing  him  flowers,  wild  flowers  i 

Bring  flowers,  fresh  flowers,  for  the  bride  to  wear! 

They  were  born  to  blush  in  her  ~liining  hair. 

She  is  leaving  the  home  of  her  childhood's  mirth 

She  hath  bid  farewell  to  her  father's  hearth 

Her  place  is  now  by  another's  side. 

Bring  flowers  for  the  locks  ot  the  fair  young  bride i 

Bring  flowers    pale  flowers,  o'er  the  bier  to  shed, 

A  crown  for  the  brow  of  the  early  dead  \ 

For  this  through  its  leaves  hath  the  white  rose  burst, 

For  this  in  the  woods  was  the  violet  nursed  I 

Though  the)'  smile  in  vain  for  what  once  was  ours, 

They  are  love's  last  gift      Bring  ye  flowers,  pale  flowers! 

Bring  flowers  to  the  shrine  where  we  kneel  in  prayei, — 

They  are  nature's  offering,  their  place  is  there  * 

They  speak  ot  hope  to  the  fainting  heart, 

With  a  voice  of  promise  they  come  and  part, 

They  sleep  in  dust  through  the  wintry  hours, 

They  break  forth  in  giory      Bring  flowers,  bright  flowers  i 

-Ahs    Henuius 

Amy  Stewart 

There  was  once  a  little  girl  named  Amy  Stewart    who  liked  to  play   ah   day    in    the 
;arden  among  the  flowers  and  birds      She  said  they  talked  to  her. 

One  day  her  mother  said,  *  You  are  old  enough  now    Amy,  to  do  a  little   work,  and 
fou  must  begin  to  be  industrious." 

"O  mammal  I  do  not  like  to  work;  may  I  out  go  into  the  woods  and  play  before  1 
)egin  to  work?" 

'  As  I  liave  nothing  ready  for  you  to  do  just  now    you  may  go  a  little  while,'  said 
ler  motlier. 

So  .\my  ran  out  r)f  doors.     .\  pretty  gray  squirrel  ran  across  her  path     and  she  called 
o  him,  saying.  - 

"Dear  Sqvirrel,  you  have  nothing  to  do  but  play  and  eat  nuts,  have  your" 

"Yes,'"  said  Mr.  Sfjuirrel.  "I  have  a  large  family  to  support,  and  I  am  busy  laying 
ip  nuts  for  the  winter,  so  f  cannot  stop  to  play  witli  you." 

Just    thefl    a    bee  came  b\i//,ing  by.     Amy  said,   "Little  Bee,  do  you  have  any  work 
o.lo?" 

"  It  seems  to  me  i  have  no  time  to  do  anything  but  work,  getting  honey  and  making 
he  honey  comb. ' ' 

Amy  now  saw  an  ant  carrying  a  crumb  of  bread. 

"  Is  not  that  crumb  too  heavy  for  you?    I  wish  you  would  dro])  it  ami  i)lay  svilh  uu\  " 

"It  is  heavy,  but  I  am  too  glad  to  gt-t  it  not  to  be  willing  to  i-.irry  it-  but  1  will 
itop  long  enough  to  tell  you  about  a  lazy  day  we  once  had.  Our  house  was  de-lrnyed 
md  I  was  too  la/.y  to  help  rebuild  it;  and  I  said  to  my  brothers,  '  Let  us  go  and  travel  ; 
lerliaps  we  wi.J  find  ;i  house  ready-m.idc  ;  perhaps  the  btittcrflies  will  play  with  us. 
bVe  traveled  a  long  way,  but  we  found  no  ready-made  house,  .and  ;it  last  were  obligrd 
o  build  one  for  ourselves.  Since  tlirti  we  have-  ln-iii  contented  to  do  all  the  work  that 
(ve  And  necessary."     The  ant  then  picked  up  the  crumb  of  bread  and  hurried  away. 


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Amy  sat  down  on  a  sloiie  and  Ihonght  "11  seems  to  me  all  creatures  have  some  work 
to  do,  and  tliey  seem  to  like  it  ;  hut  I  do  not  believe  flowers  have  anything  to  do." 
So  she  walked  up  to  a  red  poppy  and  said: 

'  'Beautiful  red  poppy,  do  flowers  work?" 

"Of  course  we  do,"  said  the  poppy.  "I  have  to  take  great  care  to  gather  all  tlit 
red  rays  the  good  sun  sends  down  to  nie,  and  I  must  keep  them  in  uiy  silken  petals 
for  you  to  use,  and  the  yreen  rays  must  l)e  untatigled  and  held  by  my  glossy  leaves, 
and  my  roots  must  drink  water,  my  flowers  must  watch  the  days  not  to  let  the  seed- 
time pass  by — ah,  my  child,  I  assure  you  we  are  a  busy  family,  and  that  is  why  we  art 
so  happy. " 

Amy  -walked  slowly  homeward  and  said  to  her  mother, — "The  squirrels,  bees,  ants, 
and  even  the  flowers  have  something  to  do.  I  am  the  only  idle  one  ;  please  give  me 
siiinethiug  to  do." 

Then  her  mother  brought  her  a  towel  to  hem,  which  she  had  begun  so  long  before 
that  she  had  cjuite  forgotten  it.  She  worked  very  faithfully,  and  grew  to  be  an  in- 
dustrious woman,  never  forgetting  that  work  makes  us  happier  than  idleness. — Anon. 


My  Favorite  Tree 

(If  possible,  let  each  pupil  carry  a  branch  of  the  tree  he  describes.) 

First  Pupil — I  speak  for  the  Elm.  It  is  a  noble  tree.  It  has  the  shape  of  a  Greek 
vase  and  such  rich  foliage  running  down  the  trunk  to  the  very  roots,  as  if  a  vine  were 
wreathed  about  it. 

Second  Pupil — My  favorite  is  the  Maple.  What  a  splendid  cupola  of  leaves  it  builds 
tip  into  the  sky.  And  in  autumn,  its  crimson  is  so  rich  one  might  call  it  the  blush 
of  the  woods ! 

Third  Pupil — The  Birch  is  a  tree  for  me.  How  like  a  shaft  of  ivory  it  gleams  in 
the  daylight  woods!     How  the  moonlight  turns  it  into  pearl! 

Fourth  Pupil — Wh.it  a  tree  is  the  Oak  !  First  a  tiny  needle,  rising  toward  the  sun, 
a  wreath  of  green  to  endure  for  ages.  The  '■liild  gathers  the  violet  at  its  foot;  as  a 
fioy,  he  pockets  the  acorns;  as  a  man,  he  looks  at  its  towering  heights  and  makes  il 
the  emblem  of  his  ambition. 

Fifth  Pupil — The  Oak  may  be  the  king  of  the  lowlands,  but  the  Pine  is  king  of  the 
hills.  There  he  lifts  his  haughty  head  like  a  warrior  and  when  he  is  roused  to  meet 
tii.o  storm,  the  battle-crv  he  sends  down  the  wind  is  heanl  above  all  the  \oices  of  the 
lireen  wood. 


All- 


Hail  to  the  trees! 
Patient  and  generous,  mothers  of  mankind; 
Arching  the  hills,  the  minstrels  of  tlie  wind, 
.Spring's  glorious  fl<jwers  and  summer's  balmy  tents. 
A  sharer  in  man's  free  and  happier  sense. 
The  trees  bless  all,  and  then,  brown-mantled,  stand, 
The  sturdy  prophets  of  a  golden  land. 


— Selected. 


Pine-Needles 

If  Mother  Nature  patches 

The  leaves  ot  trees  and  vines, 

I'm  sure  she  does  her  darning 
With  needles  of  the  pines! 


They  are  so  long  and  slender; 

And  sometimes  in  full  view. 
They  have  their  thread  of  cobwebs 

And  thimbles  made  of  dew. 

—  William  H.  Payne. 


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The  Tree  We  Plant 

(Concert  Recitation) 

A  strong,  fair  shoot  from  the  forest  bring, 
Gentl}-  the  roots  in  the  soft  earth  lay  ; 

(io<!  bless  with  his  sunsliine.  and  wind  and 
rain 
The  tree  we  are  planting  on  Arbor  Day. 

.May  it  greenly  grow  for  a  hundred  years, 
And  our    children's    children    around    it 
play, 
fiather  the  fiuit  and  rest  in  the  shade 
Of    the    trees    we    are  planting  on  Arbor 
Da}  . 

So  may  our  life  he  an  iipward  growth  — 
In  wisdom's  soil  ever}-  rootlet  lay; 

May  every  tree  bear  some  precious  fruit 
Like  the  tree  we  plant  on  Arbor  Day. 
—Arbor  Day  Manual. 

Something  Good  About  Pansies 

U'e  had  climbed  to  tlie  too  of  the  old  Gray 
Peak, 

And  viewed  the  valley  o'er; 
^nd  we  started  off  on  our  liomeward  tramp, 

A  good  three  miles  or  more. 
riie  road  lay  curved  lise  a  ribbon  of  gold 

Around  the  liase  of  tlie  hill, 
\nd  the  brook  gleatned  f)ut  with    a    silver 
sheen 

1-rom  thicket-;  near  the  mill. 

l!ut  the  sun  shone  warm  on  the  dusty  road. 

Until  by  heat  oppressed  I 

kVe  wearily  slopped  at  a  cottage  gate; 

The  matron  bade  us  rc-t. 
[low  cool  was  tlie    shad'-'    of    the    trumpet-, 
vine,  I 

A  s)  ring  ran  fresli  and  clear; 
ilic  flash  and  whirr  of  a  jeweled  thing, 

A  hummiiig-l)ird,  was  near. 

^\'i'  were  sauntering  down  tlie  garrlen  path, 

K'  pealing  kind  guorl-liyes, 
U'htii    suildenly    now    were    (nir     footsteps , 
-laved. 


New  beauties  met  our  eves. 
"Will  you  have  some  pau-.ies?  "  the  hostess 
asks, 

"O,  thank  you,  no!"  we  say; 
But  the  matron  is  culling  the  purple  blooms, 

We  let  her  have  her  way. 

Purple  and  blue  and  russet  and  gold 

Those  iragrant  rich  bouquets; 
"Ah!"  siie  explains,  "of  my  violets  sweet 

You  have  not  learned  the  ways. 
There  is  something  good  about  pansies 

That's  worth  your  while  to  know; 
The  more  they  are  picked  and  given  away 

The  more  they're  sure  to  grow." 

—Mary  A.  McClelland. 


The  Grand  Old  Trees 

(Tune:    "There's    Music    in    the    Air." 
See  page  201) 

We  love  the  grand  old  trees, — 

With  the  oak,  their  royal  king. 
And  the  maple,  forest  queen. 

We  to  her  our  homage  bring. 
And  the  elms  with  stately  form. 
Long  withstanding  wind  and  storm, 
Pine,  low  whispering  to  the  breeze, 
O,  we  love  the  grand  old  trees  ! 

We  love  the  grand  old  trees, — 
Tlie  cedar  briglit  above  the  snow, 

The  poplar  straiglit  and  tall, 
And  the  willow  weeping  low. 

Butternut,  and  walnut,  too. 

Hickory  so  staunch  and  true, 

Basswood  blooming  for  the  bees, 

O,  we  love  the  grand  old  tiees! 

We  love  llie  grand  old  trees, — 

The  tulip  brandling  broad  and  high. 
The  heecli  with  shining  robe, 

And  the  birch  so  sweet  and  shy. 
Aged  cheslnuls,  fair  to  see, 

Holly  bright  with  Christmas  glee, 

Laurel,  crown  for  victory. 

O,  we  love  the  grand  old  trees! 


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77//;    \  RA  R'S  EXTRR T.  I  / .Y .] / /■  XTS 


A  Miscellaneous  Program  for  Bird  Day 

Song  ...-.--------  Birdie's  Ball 

Quotations      --------------- 

Concert  Recitalioii    ----------      Don't  Kill  tlie  Birds 

Recitation      ------------He  Didn't  Think 

Exercise     ------------       Address  of  tlie  Birds 

Recitation      -----------      The  Wren  and  the  Hen 

Song  -------------  Song  of  the  Frogs 

Reading         ---------  How  the  Robin  Got  its  Red  Breast 

Recitation  ---------        How  the  Woodpecker  Knows 

Recitation     --------         Mrs.  Goldfinch's  Afternoon  Delight 

Exercise   -----------     Who  Stole  the  Bird's  Nest 

Recitation     --------------      Cheer  Up 

Song  ------------       Don't  Kill  the  Birds 

Recitation     -----------        Warblers  and  Perchers 

Recitation        -------------        Little  Bell 

Exercise         -_-_  _--_--         Merry  Little  Sparrows 

Recitation        -         ._-.         -------      The  Buuible-Bee 

Song     -------------        If  Ever  I  vSee 

Recitation       --  --._-_--  The  Scarecrow 

Recitation   ---  ..------i  Used  to  Kill  Birds 

Recitation         -----------  Robert  of  Lincoln 

Recitation     -----------    What  the  Sparrow  Chirps 

Bird  Quotations         -----------___ 

Song       -.-----------.-. 

The  Birdie's  Ball 

Spring  once  said  to  the  nightingale, 

I  mean  to  give  j'on  birds  a  ball; 

Ptay,  ma'am,  ask  the  Ijjrdic-^  all. 

The  birds  and  the  birdies  great  and  small  ; 

Tra  la  la  la  la  la,  tra  la  la  la  la  la, 

Tra  la  la  la  la  l.i,  tra  la  la  la  la, 

Tra  la  la  la  la  la,  tra  la  la  la  la  la, 
Tra  la  la  la  la  la,   la. 


Choru? 


Chorus. 


Soon  they  came  from  each  bii'^h  and  tree, 
Singing  sweetest  songs  of  glt-e; 
Soon  tlie}'  came  from  each  co>y  nest, 
Each  one  dressed  i  n  his  Sunday  best. 


Chorus. 


Cljorii; 


Chorus. 


APRIL  'xm 

The  wren  and  the  woodpecker  dauc'd  for  lifo, 
The  raven  waltz'd  witli  the  yellow  bird's  wilt;, 
The  awkward  owl  and  the  ba-ldul  jay 
Wish'd  each  other  a  very  fine  day. 

Tlie  woodpecker  came  from  his  hole  in  llie  tree, 
And  presented  his  bill  to  ihe  couipany, 
Berries  ripe  and  cherries  red, 
T'was  a  very  large  bill  the  birdies  said. 

They  danc'd  all  day  till  the  sun  was  low, 
Then  the  mother  birds  prepared  to  j^o, 
When  one  and  all  both  great  antl  small, 
Flew  home  to  their  uests  from  the  birdies'  ball. 


Quotations 

A  gush  of  bird  song,  a  patter  of  dew, 

A  cloud  and  a  rainbow's  warning  ; 
Sudden  sunshine  and  perfect  blue — 

An  April  day  in  the  morning. 

^Harriet  Prescoll  Spofford. 

God  sent  his  singers  upon  earth 
With  songs  of  gladness  and  of  mirth, 
That  they  might  touch  the  hearts  of  men. 
And  bring  them  back  to  heaven  again. 

— Henry  W'adswoylh  Loui^/cllow. 

Sleep,  little  pigeon,  and  fold  your  wings, — 

Little  blue  pigeon  with  velvet  eyes; 
Sleep  to  the  singing  of  mother  bird  swinging — 

Swinging  the  nest  where  her  little  one  lies. 

— E  Kg  cue  Field. 

The  sweetest  bird  i)uilds  near  the  ground, 

The  loveliest  flowers  spring  low. 
And  we  must  stoop  tor  liappiness 

If  we  its  worth  would  know. 

—  Swain. 

The  air  for  the  wing  of  the  sparrow, 

The  nest  for  the  robin  and  wren; 
But  always  the  path  that  is  narrow 

And  straight  for  the  children  of  men. 

— Alice  Cary. 

There  are  notes  of  joy  from  the  hang-bird  and  wnii, 

And  tlie  go-<sip  of  swallows  through  all  the  sky  ; 
The  gr()un<i--(iuirrel  gaily  chirps  l)y  his  den. 

And  the  willing  bee  hums  merrily  by. 

—  ll'illiain  Cullcn  liryani. 

The  birds  are  glad;  tlie  brier-rose  fills 
The  air  with  sweetness. 

—John  iirccnhal  M'hiltier. 

Hark,  ail,  tiie  nightingale — 

The  tawny-lhroaled  ! 
Flark!  from  tlic  moon-lit  ccd.ir  what  a  bur^l  ! 

What  tniinipii!   h.irk  !  what  pain  ! 

—Miill/icw  Ai  mild. 


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'Tis  always  niorning  somewhere,  and  above 
The  awakening  continents,  from  shore  to  shore, 
Somewhere  the  birds  are  singing  evermore. 

— Henry  Wadsworth  Lonfellow. 

Gladness  of  woods,  skies,  waters  all  in  one, 

Tlie  bobolink  has  come,  and,  like  the  soul 

Of  the  sweetest  season  vocal  in  a  bird, 

Gurgles  in  ecstacy  we  know  not  what 

Save  June  !  Dear  June !  Now  God  be  praised  for  June, 

— James  Russell  Lowell. 


Don't  Kill  the  Birds 

(Concert  Recitation) 
D(jirt  kill  the  birds,  the  pretty  birds. 

That  sing  aljout  your  door 
Soon  as  the  joyous  spring  has  come 

And  chilling  storms  are  o'er. 
The  little  birds,  how  sweet  they  sing! 

Oh  !  let  them  ;^oyous  live; 
And  never  seek  to  take  the  life 

That  you  can  never  give. 

— Colesworthy . 

He  Didn't  Think 

Once  there  was  a  robin 

Lived  outside  the  door. 
Who  wanted  to  go  inside 

And  hop  upon  the  floor. 
"No,  no,"  said  the  mother, 

"You  must  stay  with  me  ; 
Little  birds  are  safest 

vSitting  in  a  tree." 

"I  don't  care,"  said  Robin. 

And  he  gave  his  tail  a  fling, 
"I  don't  think  the  old  folks 

Know  quite  everything." 
Down  he  flew  and  kitty  seized  him 

Before  he'd  time  to  blink  ; 
"Oh,"  he  cried,  "I'm  sorry 

But  I  didn't  tliink." 

Address  of  the  Birds 

(An  Exercise  for  Five  Pupils) 

The  Robin — 

I  am  a  robin,  very  brown 

.'\ud  big  and  plump  and  smooth  and  round. 

My  breast  is  pretty,  bright  and  red, 

And  see  this  top-knot  on  my  head! 

I  heard  the  boys  awhile  ago 

Shooting  robins  o'er  the  snow, 

And  flew  away  in  trembling  fear 

And  thought  I'd  hide  from  them  in  here. 

The  Blue  Bird— 
I'm  a  blue  bird.     Don't  yon  see 
.Me  sitting  on  this  apple  tree? 
I  left  my  nest  an  hour  ago 
To  look  for  bugs  and  worms,  you  know  ; 


And  now  I  know  the  very  thing — 
That  while  I'm  waiting  I  will  sing. 
Oh!  beautiful  and  balmy  spring! 

The  11  'oodpeckcr— 

I'm  a  woodpecker— a  bird 

Whose    sound    through    wood    and    dale  is 

heard. 
I  tap,  tap,  tap,  with  noisy  glee. 
To  test  the  bark  of  every  tree. 
I  saw  a  rainbow  stretch  lug  gay, 
Across  the  sky,  the  other  day  ; 
And  some  one  said,  "Goodbye  to  rain, 
The  woodpecker  has  come  again." 

The  Lark — 
I'm  the  lark  and  early  rise 
To  greet  the  sun-god  of  the  skies, 
And  upright  cleave  the  fresliening  air 
To  sail  in  regions  still  more  fair. 
Who  could  not  soar  on  lusty  wing, 
His  Maker's  praises  tlms  to  -iug? 

The  Nightingale — 
In  music  I  excel  the  lark, 
She  comes  at  dawn,  I  come  at  dark. 
And  wlien  the  stars  are  shining  bright, 
I  sing  the  praises  of  the  niglit. 

In  'Concert— 
Oh!   in  a  cliorus  sweet  we'll  sing, 
And  wake  the  echoes  of  the  spring. 

— American  Teacher. 

The  Wren  and  the  Hen 

Said  a  very  small  wren 
To  a  very  large  hen, 

"Pray  why  do  you  make  such  a  clatter? 
I  never  could  guess. 
Why  an  egg,  more  or  less 

Should  be  thought  so  important  a  matter." 

Then  answered  the  hen 
To  the  very  small  wren, 

"  If  Ilaidsuch  a  small  egg  as  you,  madam, 
I  would  not  cluck  so  loud. 
Nor  would  I  feel  so  proud  ; 

Look    at  these!   How  yf)u'(i    crnw  il  vr.u 
had  'em!" 

— St.  jSn.liolds. 


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Early  frogs  in  slush}'  bogs, 

Hidden  safe  and  snug, 
Now  come  creeping,  sofcly  peeping, 
' '  Peep  !    Per-weep  !     {short  pause)     Ker 
chug!" 
Swiftly  leaping,  shrilly  peeping, 
"Peep!  Per-weep!   Peep-peep! 
Ker  chug  !  Ker  chug  ! 


Later  frogs  in  slushy  bogs, 

Hidden  safe  and  snug, 
Now  come  leaping,  shrilly  pee]3ing, 
'Peep!    Per-weep!     {short   pause) 
chug !" 
Sw'iftl}'  leaping,  shrilly  peeping, 
' '  Peep  !  Per-weep  !  Peep- peep  ! 
Ker  chug  !  Ker  chug  ! 


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Used  by  special  perinissiou  of  Alice  K.  Allen,  Author,  and  Cbas.  K.  Boyd,  Composer. 

The  North  Story  of  How  the  Robin  Got  Its  Red  Breast 

(Let  some  Child  tell  this  Story) 

Long  ;igo,  in  the  far  north,  where  it  is  very  cold,  there  was  only  one  fire. 

.\n  old  man  and  his  little  son  took  care  of  this  fire  and  kept  it  burning  day  ;uid 
night.  They  knew  that  il  the  fire  went  out  all  the  people  would  freeze  and  llic  while 
bear  would  have  the  Northland  all  to  himself. 

One  day  the  old  n;aii  l)ecanie  very  ill,  so  that  his  son  !ia<l  everything  to  do.  I'or 
manv  «lays  and  nights  the  boy  bravel}-  took  care  of  his  father  and  kept  the  fire  burning. 
At  last  he  got  -o  tired  ami  sleepy  that  he  could  no  longer  walk. 

Now,  llie  white  ))e.(r  wa-^  always  watching  the  fire. 

He  longed  lor  the  time  wlit-ii  lie  -hould  have  the  N<jrlliland  all  to  himself. 

When  he  ~aw  how  tired  and  .-lee])y  the  lillle  boy  was,  he  stave<l  close  to  the  fire  and 
laughed  to  hiui-elf. 

One  nij<ht  the  ]»oi)r  little  boy  could  keep  awake  no  longer  and  fell  last  asleep. 

Then  the  white  l)ear  ran  as  fa>t  as  he  could  and  jumped  ui)on  the  fire  with  hi^  wet 
feet  and  rolled  upon  it. 

At  la-l  be  lhf)U'.;ht  it  wa^  nil  out  anrl  went  happily  awiiy  to  his  cave. 

But  a  gr,i\-  robin  had  iiefu  Hying  near  am!  !ia>l  ^ecn  wli.il  the  white  bear  was  doing. 

She  waited  until  the  IjL-ar  had  gone   away. 

Then  she  flew  down  and  searchcfl  wiih  her  -harp  lillle  eyes  until  she  found  a  tiny 
live  spark. 

For  a  long  time  she  palictiliy  faiiucd  ihi-.  little  >p.irk  with  her  wings. 

Her  little  breast   was  scortlnd  rid,  but  -lie  diil  not  give  up. 

After  a  while  a  liu",  red  blaze  sprang  up.     Then  she  flew  away   to  every    hiil    in    lli' 
Northland. 


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THE  YEAR'S  ENTERTAINMENTS 


Everywhere  that  she  touched  the  ground,  a  fire  began  to  burn. 

So  that  soon  instead  of  one  little  tire,  the  whole  Northland  was  lighted  up. 

Now,  all  that  the  white  bear  could  do  was  to  go  back  further  into  his  cave  and  growl. 

For  now,  indeed,  he  knew  that  the  northland  was  not  all  for  hira. 

And  this  is  the  reason  why  the  people  in  the  north  country  love  the  robin.  And 
thev  are  never  tired  of  telling  their  children  how  it  got  its  red  breast. — Flora  Cook's 
Myths. 

How  the  Woodpecker  Knows 

Boy  at  the  Window — 

"How  does  he  know  where  to  dig  his  hole, 
The  woodpecker  there  on  the  elui-tree  bole? 
How  does  he  know  what  kind  of  a  limb 
To  use  for  a  drum,  and  to  burrow  in? 
How  does  he  find  where  the  young  grubs  grow — 

I'd  like  to  know? 

The  woodpecker  flew  to  a  maple  limb 
And  drummed  a  tattoo  that  was  fun  for  him. 
"  No  breakfast  here  !     It's  too  hard  for  that," 
He  said  as  down  on  his  tail  he  sat. 
"Jiist  listen  to  this  rrrrr  rat-tat-tat." 

Away  to  the  pear  tree,  out  of  sight, 
With  a  cherry  call  and  a  jumping  flight! 
He  hopped  around  till  he  found  a  stub, 
' '  All,  here's  the  place  to  look  for  a  grub  ! 
'Tis  moist  and  dead — rrrir  rub-dnb-dub.  " 

To  a  branch  of  the  apple  tree  Downy  hied, 

And  hung  by  his  toes  to  the  under  side. 

"  'Twill  be  sunny  here  in  this  hollow  trunk  ; 

It's  dr}'  and  soft  with  a  heart  of  punk. 

Just  the  place  for  a  rest — rrrrr  runk-tunk-tunk." 

"1  sec,"  said  the  boy.   "Just  a  tap  or  two; 
Then  listen  as  any  briglit  boy  mijiht  do. 
You  can  tell  ripe  melons  and  garden  stuff 
In  the  very  same  way — it's  easy  enough." 

—  William  J.  Long  in  Youth's  Companion. 


Mrs.  Goldfinch's  "Afternoon  Delight" 

The  thistles  at  the  counlty-side 

Were  ripe  ;  the  da}'  was  bright 
For  Mrs.  Goldfinch,  when  she  gave 

Her  "Afternoon  Delight." 


Arrangements  all  were  perfect; 

Her  black  and  yellow  dress, 
Ju~t  touched  with  white,  was  elegant; 

Her  manners  were  no  less. 

And  oh,  the  folks  invited  ! 

Well,  everybody  camv, 
l"r>«iu  Tommy-Tip-I"t)-Tfeler-Tail 

7o  --ome  I  couldn't  name. 


Miss  Polly  Pewee — she  was  there 
With  Mr.  Grackle-wing ; 

Miss  Oriole,  from  Baltimore, 
Came  all  the  way  to  sing. 


Miss  Long-Stilts  came  from  Jersey, 
And  walked  'nio>t  all  the  way; 

Miss  Sparrow  rode,  I  understood, 
On  top  a  load  of  hay. 

Will  you  believe  it,  every  one 
Had  ju-t  wlKit  he  would  wish! 

Mi  s  Ruliin  had  a  dish  of  worms; 
i'or  several  there  uas  fi-li. 


APRIL 


29' i 


Miss  Pewee  had  soine  marmalade 
Of  moths,  and  rose  leaf  tea. 

And  drank  so  much  she  sang  "  Peet-weet 
Instead  of  Pe-ssee-ee," — 

Which  Tommy-Tip-Up  didn't  like; 

And  so  Miss  Oriole 
Set  np  a  song  like  drippina;  pearls 

And  all  tlie  wooded  knoll 

Re-otnided  uiili  the  nielodv; 

And  every  lily-ht-11 
Swung  out  upon  the  evenini^  wind 

Until  the  darkness  fell. 

And  llieu  Ihe  nierrj'  company 

Broke  up,  and  I  suppose 
That  every  lillle  hoy  and  girl 

In  all  the  country  knows 

That  Mrs.  Goldfinch,  after  this, 

I'ut  off  her  yellow  gown, 
And  since  that  "Atternoou  Deliglit" 

She  wears  a  cloak  of  brown. 

— J/erbiti  A'andall. 


Who  Stole  the  Bird's  Ne.st 

(An  Kxercise  for  Six  Pupils) 
First  Pupil— 

"To-whit,  to-whit,  to-whee 
Will  you  listen  to  nie? 
Who  stole  lonr  eggs  1  laid. 
And  tile  nice  nest  I  made?" 

S.'cond  Pupil — 

"Not  I,"  said  the  cow,   "  nioo-oo  ! 

Sufh  a  tiling  I'd  never  do. 

I  gave  you  a  wisp  of  hay 

But  didn  t  take  your  nest  away." 

Third  Pupil— 

"Not  I,"  said  the  dog;  "l)ow-wowl 
I  wouldn't  he  so  mean  anyhow. 
I  gave  hairs  the  nest  to  make 
But  the  nest  I  did  not  take." 

I'onrtli  Pupil- 

"Not  I,"  said  the  slieep,  "oh,  n<>! 
I  wouhin't  treat  a  j)oor  hird  sn. 
I  gave  the  wool  tlie  ne-t  to  line, 
But  the  nest  was  none  of  mine." 

liflh  Pupil— 

"Cluck,  cluck  !"  snid  the  hen  ; 
l>f>u"t  ask  me  ;igain  ; 


Sixth  Pupil— 

"I  would  not  roh  a  bird  " 
Said  little  Mary  Green  ; 
"I  think  I  never  heard 
Of  anything  so  mean." 


All— 


I   liavtti't  a  cliic-k 
That  woulil  do  -iich 


tri.k. 


A  little  boy  hung  down  his  head, 
And  went  and  hi(Tl)tliiii,l  the  bed; 
F«.r  iie  stole  that  jjrt-tly  uesl, 
From  poor  little  yellow  breast; 
-Ami  lit-  flit  so  full  of  slianie, 
Hr  didirt'  likt-  to  ifll  his  name. 

— /-.  Maria  (  hihl. 


Cheer  Up 

A  little  bird  sings,  and  he  sings  all  day  — 

"Cheer  up'   Cheer  u]) !  Cheer  up!" 
No  matter  to  him  il  tlie  skies  be  gray  — 

"Cheer  up!  Cheer  up!  Cheer  up!'' 
He  flies  o'er  the  fields  of  waving  corn. 

And  over  the  ripening  wheat; 
He  answers  the  lark  in  the  early  morn 

In  cadences  cheery  and  sweet. 
And  only  these  two  little  words  he  sings— 

"Cheer  up!  Cheer  u}) !  Cheer  up!" 
A  me-^sage  to  earth  which  he  gladly  brings  — 

"Cheer  up!  Cheer  up!  Cheer  up!" 

He  sings  in  a  voice  that  is  blithe  and  bold  — 

"Cheer  up!  Cheer  up!   Cheer  up!" 
And  little  cares  he  for  the  storm  or  coM 

"Cheer  up!  Cheer  up!  Cheer  up''' 
.-Viid    when   in  the   winter  the  snow  comr^ 
down. 
And  the  fields  are  ail  frosty  aiul  b.iic, 
He  flies  to  the  heart  of  the  \n\<\  town, 

And  sings  just  as  cheerily  there. 
He  chirps    from  his   perch    on  iiiv  window 
sill— 
"Cheer  up!  Cheer  up!  Clieer  up!" 
This  message    he    brings  with  a  right  s^uod 
will— 
'Cheer  up!  Cheer  uj)!  Cheer  up!" 
This  dear  little  messenger  can  l)ut  say, 
"Clieer  up!  Cheer  up!  Cheer  up!" 

A>-  over  the  house-tops  he  makes  his  way — 

"Cheer  up!  Cheer  uji !  Cheer  up!" 
Oh,  let  us  all  learn  from  this  little  bir.l 

A  lesson  we  surely  should  heed; 
For  if  we  all  uttered  but  one  liright  wi.rd 

The  world  would  be  briglitcr  indceill 
If  only  Kartii's  cliildren  would  bliilielysa\ 

"Cheer  np!  Cheer  ui-!   Cheer  nu"' 
How  Jolly  a  world  would  ours  be  today-- 

"Cheer  up  I  Clieer  u))!   Cheer  uj)!" 

— Eva  Jiest,  in  (  lit  d-Life. 


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Don't  Kill  the  Birds 


E.  L.  VTm-n. 


.•^ntmata 


1.  Don't  kill    the  birci>,  the 

2.  iKjii't  kill     the  birds,  the 

3.  Don't  kill    the  birds,  the 

-lO — ^» 1**- 


i^^E 


lit  •  tie  birds.  That  sing  about  your  door 
lit -tie  birds  That  play  among  the  trees; 
happy   birds    That  bless  the  tield  and  grove ; 


Soon     as      the  joy-ous 

Twould  make  the  earth  a 

So       in  •  no  •  cent    to 

g-g_g_ 


si%^^^ 


spring  has  come,  And  chill  -  ing  storms  are  o'er.  The  lit  -  tie  birds,  how  sweet  they  sing!  Oh  I 
cheerless  place.  Be  -  r;ft  of  songs  like  these.  The  lit  -  tie  birds, how  fond  they  play!  Do 
look      up  -  on,    They   claim  our   v/armest     love.     The   hap  -  py  birds,  tlie    tune  •  ful  birds.   How 


let  them  joyous  live;  And  ney  •  er  seek  to  take  the  li/e  Which  you  can  nev  •  er  give, 
not  disturb  their  spon;  But  let  them  v/arble  forth  their  songs  Till  win  -  ter  cuts  them  ghort. 
pleasant  'lis     to     see!      No    spot     can   be    a    cheerless  place' Where'er    their   presence     be. 


Warblers  and  Perchers 

A  little  brown  bird  sat  on  the  twit;  of  a  tree 
A  swinging!;  and  siii'^ing  as  glad  as  could  be, 

And  wlien  lie  had  finished  his  gay  little  song, 

He  flew  down  in  the  street  and  went  hopping  along. 

A  little  boy  said  to  liiru,   "Little  bird,  stop! 

And  tell  me  the  reason  why  3'ou  go  with  a  hop; 
Why  don't  yon  walk  as  boys  do,  and  men, 

One  foot  at  a  time  like  a  dnck  or  a  hen?" 

Then  tlie  liltle  bird  went  with  a  liop,  hop,  hop. 

And  he  laughed  and  he  laughed  as  he  never  would  stop. 

And  lie  sail',   "Little  boy,  there  are  some  birds  that  talk, 
And  some  l)irds  that  hop  and  some  birds  that  walk. 

"Every  bird  th.it  can  scratch  in  the  dirt,  can  walk; 

Every  bird  that  can  wade  in  the  water  can  walk  ; 
Every  bird  that  ha-  claws  to  scratch  with  c;iii   walk  ; 

One  foot  at  a  time,  that's  the  way  they  walk. 


APRIL  J^95 

"But  most  little  birds  who  can  sing  you  a  song, 

Are  so  small  that  their  legs  are  not  verj'  strong 
To  scratch  with,  or  wade  with,  or  catch  things.     That's  why 

They  hop  with  both  feet.     They  all  know  how  to  fly!" 

—  fhe  Kindergarten. 

Little  Bell 

Piped  the  blackbird  on  the  beechwood  spray,  * 

"Pretty  maiil,  slow  wandering  this  way, 

What's  your  name?"  quoth  he, 
"What's  your  name?     O,  stop  and  straight  unl'nUl, 
rrellv  maid  witli  showery  curls  of  gold." 

"Litlle  Bell."  said  she". 

Liule  Bell  sat  down  beneath  the  rocks, 
Tossed  a-iile  her  gleaming  golden  locks, 

"Bonnj-  birii,"  quoth  she, 
"Sing  me  your  best  song  before  I  go." 
"Here's  the  very  finest  song  I  know, 

Litlle  Bell,"  said  he. 

And  the  blackbird  piped  ;  you  never  heard 
Hall  so  gay  a  song  from  any  bird, 

Full  (Jt  q\iips  and  wiles, 
Now  r.o  round  and  ricli,  now  sott  and  slow, 
.All  for  love  oi  that  sweet  face  below, 

I)iiii])k-d  o'er  with  smiles. 

.\nd  the  wliile  the  bonny  bird  did  pour 
Hi-  lull  heart  freely  o'er  and  o'er 

'Nealli  the  morning  skies. 
In  Uie  litlle  childish  heart  below, 
All  the-  >weetness  seemed  to  grow  and  grow, 
.\nil  -.bine  forth  in  happy  overflow, 

J''roiii  the  l)Iue,  bright  eyes. 

Down  the  dull  she  tri])ped  and  through  llie  glaiK-. 
l'ee])ed  lluf  si|uirrel  from  the  hazel  shade, 

.\nd  froiM  out  the  tree 
Swung,  and  lea])ed,  and  frolicked,  void  of  fear  ; 
While  bold  bhirkl)ir<i  piped  that  all  miglit  lu-ar, 

"  Little  Beil,"  ])ii)ed  lie. 

Link-  Hell  sat  down  amid  llie  fern. 
"Scjiiirrel,  squirrel,  to  your  task  return; 

Bring  me  nuts",  (|iiotli  -he. 
Up  away  the  frisky  s(|uirrcl  hies. 
Golden  woo<l-Jigiits  glancing  in  liis  eyes. 

And  adown  tlie  tree 
f Treat  ri)ie  nuls,  ki>-ed  l)rown  by  July  -un, 
In  the  little  lap  dro]i])cd  one  by  one. 

Hark,   liow  Idaekbird  l>ip''-  to  see  tbi-  lim  ! 

■    I  lajipy   Beil ,' '   pi])e-.  he. 
i.illle  Beil   looked  up  and  down  llie  glade, 
"S(|uirrel,  scpiirrel,  if  you  are  not  afr.iid, 

Come  and  share  with  me!" 
Down  came  -quirrel  eager  for  lii-  iare, 
Down  cime  liouny  blaikl)inl,   I  declare; 
Li  uie  Bell  give  each  his  hf)ne->t  share, 

All  the  merry  Ihree  t 


1^96  Tllli   YEAR'S  JiN77iRTA/\.U /■XfS 

And  the  while  these  frolic  playmates  twain 
Piped  and  frisked  from  bough  to  bongh  again 

Neath  the  morning  skies, 
In  the  little  childish  heart  below 
All  the  sweetness  seemed  to  grow  and  grow. 
And  shine  out  in  happy  overflow 

From  her  blue,  bright  eyes. 

By  her  snow-white  cot  at  close  of  day 

Knelt  sweet  Bell,  with  folded  palms,  to  pray; 

Ver}-  calm  and  clear 
Rose  the  praying  voice  to  where,  unseen. 
In  blue  heaven,  an  angel  shape  serene 

Paused  awhile  to  hear. 
"Wliat  good  chilli  is  this,"  tlie  angel  said, 
"That  with  happy  heart  beside  her  bed 

Prays  so  lovingly?" 
Low  and  soit,  O,  very  low  and  soft, 
Crooned  the  blackljird  in  the  orchard  croft, 

"Bell,  dear  Bell!"  crooned  he. 

"Whom  God's  creatures  love,"  the  angel  fair 

Murmured,  "God  doth  bless  with  angels'  care; 

Child,  thy  bed  shall  be 

Folded  safe  from  harm.     Love,  deep  and  kind, 

Shall  walch  around  and  leave' good  gifts  i;eliin(l, 

Little  Bell,  for  thee!" 

~  fhuma^  West-wood. 

Merry  Little  Sparrows 

First  Child— 

Merry  little  sparrow,  God  is  watching  you; 
Who  will  dare  to  harm  yon,  in  his  keeping  true? 
(\cii\,  our  Heavenly  Father  would  be  grieved  with  me 
If  to  any  creature  I  should  cruel  be. 

All- 

No.  no,  no  !  Let  us  not  do  so  ; 
We  would  not  hurt  a  little  bird. 
No,  no,  no  i 

Second  Child— 

Prettv  little  bird  nest  woven  with  such  care, 
ShalTl  dare  to  rob  it  of  its  treasures  there? 
Some  poor  mother  birdie  would  be  so  distressed  ; 
Could  I  bring  such  trouble  to  its  little  breast? 

No,  no,  no  !  Let  us  not  do  so; 
We  would  not  hurt  a  little  bird, 
No,  no,  no! 

Third  Child— 

All  the  little  songsters  happy  lessons  teach, 
From  their  leafy  pulpits  little  sermons  preach 
All  about  our  Father  and  his  tender  love  ; 
If  I  dared  to  harm  them,  could  I  look  above? 


All— 


No,  no,  no!  Let  ns  not  do  so; 
We  would  not  hurt  a  little  bird. 
No,  no,  no!  . 


APRIL 


297 


The  Bumble-bee 


You  better  not  fool  with  a  Bumble-bee  ! — 
Ef  you  don't  think  they  can  sting — you'll 

see  ! 
They're  lazy  to  look  at,  and  kind  o'  go 
Buzzin'  and  hummin'  aroun'  so  slow, 
An'  ac'  so  slouchy  an'  all  fagged  out. 
Danglin'  their  legs  as  they  drone  about 
The  hollyhawks  'at  they  can't  climb  in 
'Ithout  ist  a-tumble-un  out  agin  ! 
Wunst  I  watched  one  climb  clean  'way 
In  a  jim' son-blossom,  I  did,  one  day — 


An'  I  ist  grabbed  it — an'  uen  let  go — 
An'   '■'■Ooh-ooh!  ooh-ooh!  Honey!  I  told  ye 

so!'' 
Says  the  Raggedy  Man,  an'  he  ist  run 
An'  pullt  out  the  stinger,  an'  don't  laugh 

none. 
An'  says,  "They  has  been  folks,  I  guess, 
'At  thought  I  wasprejudfced,  more  or  less — 
Yit  I  still  maintain  'at  a  Bumble-bee 
Wears  out  his  welcome  too  quick  fer  me  !" 
— James  U'hitcoinb  Riley. 


If  Ever  I  See 


CHILDHOOD  SONGS 


Allegro. 


1.  If        ev  -  er    I          see,  On     bush    or  tree,  Young  birds  in            pret  -  ty 

2.  My    moth-er,    I      know,  Would  sor  -  row  so.  Should   I       be             sto  -  len  a 
r  And.when  they  can       fly,  In  the  bright  blue  sky  They'll  war- ble  a      song   to 

^  .f  f  ^  .^  -   *^  ^ 


I  must  not,  in 
So  I'll  speak  to 
And         then  if 


my    play.  Steal  the  birds   *,  •    way,   To 

the    birds  In      my    soft  -  est  words.   Net 

I'm     sad,  It      will  make  me  so  glad.   To 


nest, 
way: 

me; 


grieve  their      moth-er's    breast. 

hurt    them      in       my      play. 

Aink  they  an  hap  •  py  and  free. 


.<»       rs' — <j^ itf »> — 1^-1^       P — Urn 1 — 


-leufi 


The  Scarecrow 

The  farmer  looked  at  his  cherry  tree, 

With  thick  Inids  clustered  on  every  bough; 

"I  wish  I  could  cheat  the  robins,"  said  he; 
If  somebody  would  only  show  me  how! 

"I'll  make  a  terrible  scarecrow  grim, 

With  llireatening  arms  and  bristling  head, 

And  up  in  the  tree  I'll  fasten  him 

To  frigliten  them  half  to  death,"  he  said. 

He  fasliioned  a  scarecrow,  lattcrcd  ami  lorn  — 
Oh,  'twas  a  liorrible    thing  to  see! 

And  very  early,  one  sumnur  morn. 
He  set  it  up  in  his  cherry  tree. 

The  blososms  were  white  as  the  light  sea  fn.-im. 
The  beautiful  tree  was  a  lovely  sight. 


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But  the  scarecrow  stood  there  so  much  at  home 
All  the  birds  flew  screaming  away  iu  fright. 

The  robins,  who  watched  him  every  day, 
Heads  held  aslant,  keeu  eyes  so  bright, 

Surveying  the  monster,  began  to  say, 

"Why  should  this  monster  our  prospects  blight?" 

"He  never  moves  round  for  the  roughest  weather, 
He's  a  harmless,  comical,  tough  old  fellow: 

Let's  all  go  into  the  tree  together, 

For  be  won't  budge  till  tlie  fruit  is  mellow!" 

So  up  they  flew  :  and  the  sauciest  pair 

'Mid  the  shady  branches  peered  and  perked, 

Selected  a  spot  with  the  utmost  care. 
And  all  day  merrilj'  sang  and  worked. 

And  where  do  you  think  they  built  their  nest? 

In  tlie  scarecrow's  pocket,  if  you  please. 
That,  half  concealed  on  his  ragged  breast 

Made  a  charming  covert  of  safety  and  ease ! 

By  the  time  the  cherries  were  ruby-red, 
A  thriving  family,  hungry  and  brisk. 

The  whole  day  long  on  the  ripe  fruit  fed; 
'Twas  so  convenient!  they  ran  no  risk! 

Until  the  children  were  ready  to  fly. 
All  undisturbed  they  lived  in  the  tree ; 

For  nobody  thought  to  look  at  the  Guy 
For  a  robin's  flourishing  family! 


-Celia  Thaxter. 


I  Used  to  Kill  Birds 

I  used  to  kill  birds  in  my  boyhood, 

Bluebirds  and  robins  and  wrens, 
I  hunted  them  up  in  the  mountains, 

I  hunted  them  down  in  the  glens ; 
I  never  thought  it  was  sinful — 

I  did  it  only  for  fun — 
And  I  had  rare  sport  in  the  forest 

With  the  poor  little  birds  and  my  gun. 

One  beautiful  day  in  the  springtime 

I  spied  a  brown  bird  in  a  tiee, 
Merrily  swinging  and  chirping, 

As  happy  as  bird  could  be  ; 
And.  raising  my  gun  in  a  twinkling, 

I  fired,  and  my  aim  was  too  true  ; 
For  a  moment  the  little  thing  fluttered. 

Then  off  to  the  bushes  it  flew. 

I  followed  it  quickly  and  softly. 

And  there  to  my  sorrow  I  found, 
Right  close  to  its  nest  full  of  young  ones, 

The  little  bird  dead  on  the  ground! 
Poor  birdies!     For  food  tliey  were  calling; 

But  now  they  could  never  be  fed. 
For  the  kind   mother-bird   who  had  loved 
them 

Was  lying  there  bleeding  and  dead. 


I  picked  up  the  bird  in  my  anguish, 

I  stroked  the  wee  motherly  thing 
That  could  never  more  feed  its  dear  young 
ones. 

Nor  dart  through  the  air  on  swift  wing. 
And  I  made  a  firm  vow  in  that  moment, 

When    my  heart   with  such    sorrow   was 
stirred, 
That  never  again  in  my  lifetime. 

Would  I  shoot  a  poor  innocent  bird! 

Robert  of  Lincoln 

Merrily  swinging  on  brier  and  weed. 
Near  to  the  nest  of  his  little  dame, 
Over  the  mountain-side  or  mead, 

Robert  of  Lincoln  is  telling  his  name; 
"Bob-o'-link,  bob-o'-link, 
Spink,  spank,  spink; 
Snug  and  safe  is  this  nest  of  ours, 
Hidden  among  the  summer  flowers. 
Chee,  chee,  chee." 

Robert  of  Lincoln  is  gayly  drest. 

Wearing  a  bright  black  wedding  coat ; 
White  are  his  shoulders,  and  white  his  crest; 
Hear  him  call  in  his  merry  note: 
"Bob-o'-link,  bob-o'-link, 
Spink,  spank,  spink  ; 


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Look,  what  a  uice  new  coat  is  mine, 
Sure  there  was  never  a  bird  so  fine. 
Chee,  chee,  chee." 

Robert  of  Lincoln's  Quaker  wife, 

Pretty  and  quiet  with  plain  brown  wings, 
Passing  at  home  a  patient  life. 

Broods  in  the  grass,    while    her  husband 
sings, 
"Bob-o'-link,  bob-o'-link, 
Spink,  spank,  spink  ; 
Brood,  kind  creature  ;  vou  need  not  fear 
Thieves  and  robbers  while  I  am  here. 
Chee,  chee,  chee." 

Modest  and  shy  as  a  nun  is  she, 

One  -weak  chirp  is  her  only  note  ; 
Braggart  and  prince  of  braggarts  is  he, 
Pouring  boasts  from  his  little  throat. 
"Bob-o'-link.  bob-o'-link, 
Spink,  spank,  spink; 
Never  was  I  afraid  of  man. 
Catch  me,  cowardly  knaves,  if  you  can  ! 
Chee,  chee,  chee." 

Six  white  eggs  on  a  bed  of  hay, 

Flecked  with  purple,  a  pretty  sight  ; 
There  as  the  mother  sits  all  day,. 

Robert  is  singing  with  all  his  might: 
"Bob-o'-link,  bob-o'-link, 
Spink,  spank,  spink  ; 
Nice  good  wife  that  never  goes  out, 
Keeping  house  while  I  frolic  about. 
Chee,  chee,  chee." 

Soon  as  the  little  ones  chip  the  shell. 
Six  wide  mouths  are  open  for  food. 
Robert  of  Lincoln  bestirs  him  well, 
Gathering  seeds  for  the  hungry  brood  : 
"Bob-o'-link,  bob-o'-link, 
Spink,  spank,  spink; 
This  new  life  is  likely  to  be- 
Hard  for  a  gay  3-oung  fellow  like  nie. 
Chee,  chee,  chee. " 

Robert  of  Lincoln  at  lenglli  :-  made 

Sober  with  work  and  silent  with  care; 
Off  is  his  holiday  garment  laid, 
Half  forgotten  tliat  merry  air; 
"Bob-o'-link,  l)ob-o'-huk, 
Spink,  spank,  spink; 
Nobody  knows,  but  my  mate  and  I, 
Where  our  nest  and  our  nestlings  lie. 
Chee,  chee,  chee." 

Summer  wanes;  the  cliildren  are  grown  ; 

Pun  and  frolic  no  more  lie  knows, 
Rotiert  of  JJncoln's  a  huniflrum  crone; 

Off  lie  flics,  and  we  sing  as  he  goes, 
"Bob-o'-link,  bob-o'-link, 


Spink,  spank,  spink; 
When  3-0U  can  pipe  that  merry  old  strain, 
Robert  of  Lincoln  come  back  again. 
Chee,  chee,  chee." 

—  IVilliani  Cullen  Bryant. 
Used  by  kind  permission  of  D.  Appleton  &  Co. 

What  the  Sparrow  Chirps 

I  am  only  a    little  sparrow, 

A  bird  of  low  degree  ; 
My  life's  of  little  value. 

But  the  dear  Lord  careth  for  me. 

He  gave  me  a  coat  of  feathers, 

'Tis  very  plain  I  know, 
With  never  a  speck  of  crimson. 

For  it  was  not  made  for  show. 

But  it  keeps  me  warm  in  winter, 
And  it  shields  me  from  the  rain; 

Were  it  'broidered  with  gold  or  purple 
Perhaps  it  would  make  one  vain. 

By  and  by  when  it  is  springtime, 
I  will  build  me  a  little  nest, 

With  manj"  a  chirp  of  pleasure. 
In  tue  spot  I  like  the  best. 


give  me  wisdom 


And  He  will 

To  build  it  of  leaves  most  brown 
Warm  and  soft  for  my  birdies. 

So  will  I  line  it  with  down. 

I  have  no  barn  or  storehouse, 

I  neither  sow  nor  reap  ; 
_God  gives  me  a  sparrow's  portion, 

With  never  a  speck  to  keep. 

I  know  there  are  many  sparrows. 
All  over  the  world  we're  found; 

Hut  our  Heavenly  Father  knowcth 
When  one  of  us  falls  to  the  ground. 

Thon;.^h  small,  we  are  never  forgotten  ; 

Though  weak,  we  arc  never  afraid. 
For  sve  know  the  dear  Lord  keejieth 

The  life  of  the  creatures  He  made. 

1  fly  through  the  thickest  forests, 
I  liglit  on  the  smallest  spray; 

I  have  no  chart  or  compass. 
But  I  never  lose  my  waj-. 

And  I  fold  my  wings  at  twilight 

Wherever  I  hap]ien  to  be. 
For  the  Fatlier's  always  watching 

And  no  harm  can  come  to  me. 

I  am  only  a  little  sparrow, 

A  bird  of  low  degree  ; 
But  I  know  the  dear  Lord  loves  nie — 

Have  you  less  failli  than  we? 


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THE  YRAKS  ENTERTAINMENTS 


Bird  Quotations 

SKYLARK — 

The  messenger  of  morn, 
Ere  yet  the  shadows  fly,  he,  mounted,  sings 
Amid  the  dawning  clouds. 

Then  piped  a  tiny  voice  hard  by, 
Gay  and  polite,  a  cheerful  cry, 
Cliick-a-dee-dee!  saucy  note 
Out  of  sound  heart  and  merry  throat, 
As  if  it  said.  Good  day,  good  sir! 
Fine  afternoon,  old  passenger! 
Happy  to  meet  you  in  these  places. 
Where  January  brings  few  faces. 

— Emerson . 

' '  Hear  the  thrush  that  carols  at  dawn  of  day 
Fom  the  green  steeples  of  the  piney  wood . ' ' 

"Even  the  blackest  of  them  all,  the  crow, 
Renders  good  service." 


See  yon  goiannc 
Who  sings  a  fare 


jn  goldfinch  hop  from  spray  to  spray, 
ings  a  farewell  to  parting  day. 

—John  Gay 

Tuwhit!  tu  whoo  !     All  the  livelong  night 

A  right  gladsome  life  lead  we. 
While  the  starry  ones  from  their  azure  height 
Look  down  appiovingly. 
Tu  whoo ! 
They  may  bask  who   will    iii    the    noonday 
light, 
But  the  midnight  dark  for  me. 

— Ulrs.  Hewitt. 

I'm  bobolink!  bobolink! 
Here  and  there  quick  as  wink. 
Before  you  can  think — 

Think!  think! 
That's  bobolink  ! 

—Adeline  Whitney. 


"High    on    yon    poplar,    clad  in  glossiest 

green, 
The    orange,    black-capped    Baltimore    is 

seen." 

"Out  burst   the    merry,    bright   sun,    like 

gold; 
And  a  robin  sung  out,  so  blithe  and  bold." 

A  little  bird,  in  suit 

Of  sombre  olive,  soft  and  brown, 

Peiched  in  the  maple  branches,  mute; 

With  greenish  gold  its  vest  was  fringed, 

Its  tiny  cap  was  ebon-tinged, 

With  ivory  pale  its  wings  were  barred, 

And  its  dark  eyes  were  tender  starred — 

"uear  bird,"  I  said,  "what  is  thy  name.?" 

And  thence  the  mournful  answer  came, 

So  faint  and  far,  and  yet  so  near, — 

"Pe-wee!  pe-wee !  peer!" 

— Trowbridge 

CATBIRD — 
He  sits  on  a  branch  of  you  blossoming  tree, 
This  mad-cap  cousin  of  robin  and  thrush. 
And  sings  without  ceasing  the  whole  mor- 
ning long: 
Now  wild,  now  tender,  the  wayward  song 
That  flows  from  his  soft,    gray,    fluttering 

throat ; 
But  often  he  stops  in  his  sweetest  note, 
And  shaking  a  flower  from  the  blossoming 

bough. 
Daawls  out,  ' '  Mi-eu  !  mi-ow !" 

— Edith  M.  Thomas, 

The  humming  bird  !  the  humming  bird ! 

So  fairy-like  and  bright : 
It  hies  among  the  sunny  flowers, 

A  creature  of  delight. 

— Mrs.  Howitt. 


INDEX 


49 
112 
137 
143 


Autumn  Days-Margaret  Sangster 4. 

vmerica  (Song) • 

Autumn  Days,  an  Acrostic 

Auld  Lang  Syne  (Song) . .....  ..■■•.  •  •  •  •  •  •  -g  " : ^g 

Address  to  Santa  Claus,  An -Mrs  M.  if .  Buub 

A<^ain  the  Angel  Hosts  Draw  ^  igu 

il^r  the  Hoimays-Edwin  L.  Sabm 152 

April.  April,  Are  You  Here?-Dora  R.  Goodale . .    ^o^ 

\pril  Memory  Gems 2T2 

Again  (Exercise) .^^7 

i^^ae^ydiaMaria-chiui::::::::::  irs 

Arbor  Day  Brevities 285 

Amy  Stewart •• ;■•• onn  1  v  niio^-""- „ 

Address  of  the  Birds  (Exercise) xf^\  Qi^rigtmas  Welcome,  The  (Son^j 

Alcohol's  Curse  (Exercise) -     crowning  Lincoln 

Abraham  Lincoln-Tom  Taylor i^^  1  ^  ^        ~ 

Anecdotes  of  Eugene  field ^^^ 

Anecdotes  of  Lincoln ,,,3 

Anecdotes  of  Washington.. .  .^^. ~ 


Christmas  Secrets  (Song) ^ 

Christmas  Acrostic.  .■...••• ,q.^ 

Christmas  Bells  (Motion  Song) 1^ 

Christmas  Day-Nora  Ferry ^fJi 

Christmas  Stockings Jgg 

ChrilSoai^^^rgareisangsien:::::::::^  1| 

Christmas  Acrostic. , ,00 

8Smfs  fn  an  ^Lanf  -G.'  T.  BrownV. :::::::: :  lar 

Chrlltmal  Bells  (Song)-Alice  Jean  Cleator.. . .  ^^^ 

Christmas  Song,  A. ^.-^ 

Christmas  Secret,  A j^g 

Christmas  Hymn,  A f^^ 

Christmas  Carol,  A ,05 

Christmas  Dilemma.  A.....  

Christmas  Carol— Adelaide 


Anno  Procter 136 

194 
Butter- 


Ants  and  the  Grasshoppers.  The ^ 

Baby  Bye.  Here's  a  Fly  (Song) Jl 

Business  Conditions-John  &.  Graj |'^ 

Be  Happy  As  You  Can jg 

Better  Than  Gold ■ ok,; 

Before  and  After  School..- •••••••  -?^ 

Brfng  Back  My  Schools  Days  To  Me"(Songi '. '. ". :  40 

Baby  Corn 8-2 

Buzz  (Song) ;a.''''\ $3 

Bringing  in  the  Sheaves  (Song) " 

Books  (Class  Recitation) r\ 

Battle  Cry  of  Freedom  (Song) .^.^ 

Brown  of  Ossawatomie j^- 

l?1^5Yuff  S^a^esVA^^tion  Soiigi ! !  1 1 ! ! !  1 !  155 

BatUe  Hymn  of  the  Republ|c  (Song) -18 

Boacon  Lights  (A  Lanlerii  Drill) ^' 

Bring  Flowers-Mrs.  Hcmaus ■^^^ 

Bird  Day  quotations ~.'f,o 

Bird  yuotatioup 3,( 

Betsj-^s  Battle  Flag-Irving '^tj^ 

Birds'  Nests. , . . . ... . . .  ;;^.;.;^  -iv; :,;;,;; '  • ; ;   m 


crown   our    Washington-Hezekiah    Butter-    ^^^ 

worth :  •  •  ■ orn 

Crown  the  Spade  (Exercise) ^' ^ 

Crooked  Spectacles .^g.^ 

Cheer  Up ' 330 


Courage. • 57 

Chestnut  Burr,  A •  • ^g 

g^i^^TS|lvm^sSu^-L.-^-i^ni^age  81 

Chorus  of  th^  Flowers,  A  (Exercise) -Lucy  ^^ 

Chimreirs'Battle  S<nVi,'Th4-MkV  Greenwo^^^^^ 

8!;!SS?Jacki'^^VThe-A;ma:kennedy 

^:;SS^yTf^^S^^^icafWhitticV.-.V..  ^86 


17 

39 

55 

.3-.i5 


15'J 
154 
11)5 

201 
37 


Conl^d^'Mai^'-ni^Ai-Umf' W^     '■:'.'.'■ 
Chicken's  Mistake,  Thc-Phoebe  Cai  > 

Sonlu;  v;Sin;^;The-May  'RyAVwator: ! " ! 

I 'hihlrcn  in  tlio  Rain,  The "'^^ 

( 'all  to  tlie  Colors,  The • .••■•■ „,.., 

Cont  est  of  the  Flowers,  The  (Exercise) 35^ 

Coming  Thro'  the  Rye  j,,. 

Poll's  Thanksgiving,  The  ..      ^^ 

Di-iigon,  The ' '  350 


K;i;i;ish  Tale;  A-Lou  Bovce  Haydcn 1^^    t;"  t^es  (Excr;-ise)V.-,V ^IJ 

Brave  Soldier,  A  (Song) .j, 5    Dolly's  Toilet ^9 

Brotherhood  of  Heroes,  A jg    Dimes  and  Dollars ^g 

^;;re^^y?ThI^vi;itticV.-.-.: ::::::::::::::::  ^^  i;::;-;^-- -.i; •  7,H-:,-oiv-;^unibus •.Kx\^rcis.-i ::::::  ^^5 

^;:^l;;Vs;yB;f>kH:Tfi^-K:w:coi^  ^  };;:caoi.airSS;soniioiiy\song^^^  Vg 


Brp^sJdi^s^'of"  Bonks: ThP-K."  W.'  Col.: 
Ttrpfik- Sl;ill   The     Clinton  Srollarn. . .. . . 

Banner  of  tl';'  Union,  The  (Song)  -Kate  Brown  ^_ 

leo  Sherwood „j^ 

Birdies'  Hall,  The  (Song) :,y^ 

Boy  Washington,  Th<', T,,- 

Rpifrv  of  Brugf  s.  The • ^n', 

look  Lovpr.  The-Henry  Ward  :  -^echer 10. 

Bluebird.  The  (Song)..... •.•  ZL 

Choice  of  Occupations  (Exorcise) ->7^ 

Come  Little  Leaves • .  •  • a-, 

Christopher  Columbus  (Acrostic) ^^ 

ColumbuH  Day  Qiiotat ions ,, 

Cohimbus— Joaqn in  IM i llfi; •  •  •  •  •  •  • ^^ 

Coin mbia  the  Gem  of  tlip  r.cean  <•:""«•••••,•,::  '''' 
Catrlilnglho  Thanksgiving  Tiirkfy-OongMs     ^,^ 

Z.  Doty q; 

( Mimblng  the  Hill  (Souk). • ... •  •  •  •  •  ••  • .\. 

C'himf  on  Swoct  Village  Bolls  (Song) 1 1,1 

Chrlslmab  yuoUtlonii '" 


IRt) 
•Mi 
!i90 
310 
.320 
.354 


Dncenibi'i'  !M 

Deck  the  Ha 

Dreaming. 

Dick's  ValenI  inc .•■.•• 

Don't  Kill  the  Birds  ^^''^'^^■■■•\.-\;  —  -;,\ 
Driving  Home  tl;.;  Cows-Ka  V  M.  Of^i^ood 

Dfcoration  Day  Hymii-Lu  B.  C  ak. 

Di^roiilcnt    Julia  S.  R.  Dorr ■••••    \^^^ 

Down  In  a  Field "    .^ 

Kxcelsior jfiv 

)'',vervday  Work .^^r, 

Faster  (Song) .jftf, 

lOaster  Quotations .tm 

Easter  Acrostic 

Endless  Glory  (Song) 

vajitor— Marirartt  .Ionian 

FrHlfrFlw,'frs_('lara^..    D;;n<o.K 

Easter  Time   (Concert  Rccltation)-i>i.ny 

Easier  Lily!  An-Jiai-^ariA; Ora;:;^  WUsou: ! ! ! ! ! 


2«li 

2IW 
2B7 

•Jl)9 


',  :catter  the  Flowers  (Song) 303 

some  Fapnous  Patriots— L.  bliiiubiiLluilI ."ill 

Sparkling  unci  Britjht  (Song) .'aa 

Special  Flags b47 

Strawberries— J.  T.  Trowbridge ."i.W 

Song  ot  Wintry  Days,  A 1 17 

Snow  Song,  A ISG 

Suggestion  for  Santa  Clans,  A 129 

Seasons,  The  (Exercise)— Mary  Pr^scott 59 

Ship  of  State,  Tlie— Longfellow 71 

Stoi'y  of  the  Pilgrims,  The— Bessie  Wiekham. .  79 

Story  of  a  Seed,  The 80 

Snowflakes,  The— Margaret  E.  Sangster 154 

Snow  Fairies,  The  (Song) 157 

Sin  of  Omission,  The— Margaret  E.  Sangster. .  159 

Skater's  Song,  The 160 

Sleighing,  Song,  The 163 

Settler,  The— Alfred  BilUngs  Street 176 

Star  Spangled  Banner, The  (Song) 64 

Shortest  Month,  The— Mrs.  Whitney !i05 

Sparrow's  Song,  The aU 

Spring  of  the  Year,  The  (Concert  Recitation) .  239 

Star  That  Became  a  Lily— Dorothy  Brooks 269 

Song  of  the  Scissors,  The  (Song) ll« 

Strange  Child's  Christmas,  The    132 

Snowbird,  The 151 

Soldier's  Reprieve,  The 316 

Song  of  the  Corn,  The 328 

Shine  On,  O  Flag— George F.  Packard 346 

Songster  of  June,  The 349 

Suppose  the  Little  Cowslip 349 

Swanee  Rivei',  The  (Song) ,.  351 

Shadow  Girl,  The— Kate  Lawrence 354 

Secret,  A— Helen  I.  Moorhouse 358 

Toad's  Toilet,  A oi 

Thanksgiving  Ride  of  the  Pumpkins,  A 8u 

Thanksgiving  Song,  A— Laura  Smith 89 

Thanksgiving,  A  (Exercise) -  Lucy  Larcom 92 

Thanksgiving  Hymn,  A— James  Montgomery..  81 

Thanksgiving  Song— Alice  J.  Cleator 7'8 

Thanksgiving  Day  (Acrostic) 8u 

Ti'ue  Tlianksgiving,  A 82 

Tum-sThanksgiving— Emma  Plater  Seabury.  81 

Turkey's  Soliloquy,  A 84 

They  Say 7 

They  Say— Ella  Wheeler  Wilcox 15 

Teacher's  Dream,  The— W.  H.  Venable 34 

Tommy's  School :« 

This  Way  (Exerci.se) 57 

Things  to  See— William  J.  Long ,59 

Thoughts  About  Labor 257 

To  the  Autumn  Wind— Stella  H.  Seed 46 

Twinkle,  Twinkle,  Little  Star  (Song) 80 

Time  Enough : 98 

Traveling  the  High  Road  to  Learning  (Song) . .  98 

To  the  Snowstorm 161 

Tendril's  Faith,  The— Ella  Wheeler  Wilcox ....  240 

To  the  Dandelion 251 

Tree  Planters,  The 283 

Tree  We  Plant,  The !387 

There's  Music  m  the  Air  (Song) 201 

Ten  Dates  in  the  Life  of  Lincoln 197 

To  My  Valentine 201 

'Tis  Splendid  to  Live  so  Grandly 209 

Tableau ;    Hiawatha  and  Minnehaha  Before 

Old  Nokomis 224 

Tableau:    My  Best  Friends 103 

Tableau  :    The  Little  Gossips 2 

Tableau:    Keening Houec 42 

Talking  in  Their  Sleep 238 

Tommy's  Chrismas  Wish— R.  K.  Munkittrick. .  127 

Two  Little  Stockings ia3 

Through  the  Telephone 136 

Tenting  on  the  Old  Camp  Ground  (Song) 302 

Tramp,  Tramp,  Tramp  (Song) 313 

True  to  the  Brave  (Song; 314 

Tribute  ta  the  Brave— Ada  Simpson  Sherwood  315 

Temperance  Exercise 329 

Temperance  Quotations 321 

Temperance  Acrostic 332 


To  Thee,  O  Country— Anna  Elohberg 389 

This  is  Our  Flag 343 

Three  O'clock  In  the  Morning 349 

IJpidee  (Song) i64 

Unfurl  the  Flag— Rev.  L.  N.  Waterman 342 

Vacation  (Song)— Bertha  M.  Vanderpool 358 

Vacation  Acrostic 348 

Valentine  Song,  A 200 

Value  of  Books,  The  (Dialogue; lOO 

VacantChair,  The  (Song) 175 

Value  of  Our  Forests,  The 284 

Village  Blacksmith,  The 224 

Vacation  is  Coming 254 

Welcome 5 

When  I  am  Big 6 

Wynken,  Blynken  and  Nod— Eugene  Field 24 

Why  Don't  Parents  Visit  the  School  (Song) 29 

When  Father  Rode  the  Goat 38 

When  Father  Stays  at  Home 37 

Why  Cats  Wash  After  Eating 46 

What  Was  It? 49 

Writing  to  Grandma 49 

Where  Ye  Spankweed  Grows 49 

Willie's  Breeches 52 

Where  the  Jam  Pots  Grow  (Song) 50 

Why  the  Continent  Was  Called  America 71 

What  I'm  Thankful  For ^ 79 

Who  Gives  Us  Our  Th'ksgivlng  Dinner— Emile 

Poulsson 88 

We  Thank  Thee  (Exercise)— Pabodie 89 

Who  Shall  Be  Queen  / 90 

What  a  Book  Said— Maxon  Book  Clark 99 

What  Books  Give— Crabbe 101 

What  We  Know  About  Book.s— Wordsworth... .  103 

When  the  Cooling  Breezes  Come  and  Go  (Song)  104 

Whittier  Acrostic Ill 

Whittier  Memory  Gems ill 

Winter.', , 125 

"Watching  In"  Christmas 134 

Who  Will  Be  It?— Frank  Walcott  Hult 174 

When  the  Birds  Go  North  Again  (Song) 153 

Winter  Playmates .,., 159 

When  the  Puritans  Came  Over  (Song) 172 

We  Love  the  Trees  (Exercise)— L.  M.  Mooney...  283 

Washington— Emma  'J.  Dowd 214 

Woods  in  Winter— Longfellow 183 

Words  of  Lincoln 185 

When  Li'icoln  Died— J.  A.  Edgerton 197 

Who'll  Get  a  Valentine?  (Dialogue) 203 

Words  of  Washington 208 

Work  for  the  Night  is  Coming  (Song) 260 

Washington  Acrostic 208 

Washington  (Exercise) 216 

Washington's  Christmas  Party  (Song) 210 

Washington's  Life  (Exercise) 212 

Waiting  to  Grow 234 

Winter  and  Spring— Dorothy  Brooks 936 

When  Robin  Comes  to  Town  (Song) 235 

Winter  Storms  Have  Passed  Away 284 

Who  Stole  the  Birds's  Nest?  (Exercise)— Lydia 

Maria  Child 293 

Warblers  and  Perchers 294 

What  the  Sparrow  Chirps 299 

We  Drank  from  the  Sume  Canteen— Private 

Miles  O'Reilly 309 

White  Ribbon  Dayi  (Song) 321 

Why  and  Because  (Exercise) 326 

What  Shall  we  do  with  the  Apples  ? 331 

What  March  Does— May  Riley  Smith 240 

Wee  One's  Wishes,  The 9 

Wine  Cup,  The— Stoddard 326 

Wandering  Birds,  The 58 

Winter  Woods,Tbe 202 

Wren  and  the  Hen,  The 290 

We  Love  Our  Flag  (Exercise)— E.  L.  Brown. . .  840 

What  Have  We  Done  Today  ? 358 

Your  Mission  (Song) 188 

You're  the  Man 188 

Ye  Shepherds  Arise  (Song) 141 

Yankee  Girl,  The— Whittier 114 


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